Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
Everyone Needs a .plan
It's been a funny week really 
and I'm not altogether unhappy that it's over. It seems everything's been a little fraught (?) and tense this week. I went over to Leeds to talk about what's going on on Thursday, and although it was positive, it left me in a bit of a funny mood.
To be perfectly honest, I spent practically the whole of Friday feeling utterly sorry for myself, doing Jack-shit, and moping around. If it hadn't been for the smiley face of Kathie, and the distractions of 007, I think I would have just spent the whole day and night playing that stupid Jewel Quest game.
This morning though, for some onknown reason, I woke up with an extreme sense of purpose. OK, so it took me a couple of hours to actually do any of the things that were in my new-found purposeful-head, but still...
I dunno. Maybe it was the sunshine. I just felt a bit better about stuff.
And what I found, was that if I threw myself into doing things, then things got done.
Stunning huh?
Nekid
I think this is OK to write about — Kath practically told me to earlier, cos it was "funny"
Some friends of mine popped round for a quick visit earlier. Not an unusual occurance by any means, it's just that their timing was a bit, um, inopportune.
It could have been worse I suppose — they could have called about five minutes earlier.
Anyway, basically, Kath and I were lying in bed, the only item of clothing between the pair of us being a used ahem prophylactic, and it was me, naturally, wearing it.
Cue frantic race to get dressed, dispose of evidence, and attempt to not look like we'd spent the whole morning shagging.
...
Yeah, well you had to be there...
Sparkle
So yeah, this whole "I'm going to do things today" buzz that I had got exploited rather well by Kath — in a "let's wash and polish my gran's car for her" kind of way.
It reminded me a lot of this time last year (give or take a month or two) really — washing mine and Kath's car (OK, her gran's...), getting the polish out and all that. Except this time was much better — because she was here doing it with me rather than all the way over on the other side of the planet.
Although, actually, that's exactly where her gran is right now — maybe it's some kind of tradition that if you come home from New Zealand, then you should expect to have your car cleaned.
We didn't have time to do mine completely, but we got Kath's done. Very shiney and sparkley 
Caveat
I realise that this is not my most scintillating ever piece of writing, but honestly, I've not really felt like writing things these past few days (as perhaps my little piece of melodrama last night should demonstrate — sorry Ian, that was a crap response of mine).
And I've slipped out of the habit — so yous'll have to bear with me while I remember how to do this.
I was going to write something hilarious regarding the title and "finger siobhan" — but the moment's gone...
Oh, Miss K — I love your duck 
Pauline
If seeds show and grow, then Princess I will eat some words, but not all!!!!!!!!!!! Perhaps the Peas
Pauline
Just a couple of points I feel the need to correct clarify. One: Although I did find amusement in the situation this morning I was JOKING when I suggested that the entire story be world wide published. Two: We did spend a bit of time on my Gran's car but we both then spent several more hours cleaning Siobhan's house. No mean feat when the trannie in question has more clothes than Versace's ENTIRE life work and only five coat hangers! OK so that is not completely accurate but you get the picture.
Katie
Glad you've had a better day — hope the next one's even better.
(not sure if that will work or not).
Lisa
Katie, although we're trannies and possibly more in touch with our girly side, it doesn't mean you can say things and expect us to know that that's not exactly what you meant — afterall we're still guys, with all the matching fallabilities. Anyway, hope you both had a good time, and I don't mean cleaning the car, hehe.
Rachel
beats watching comic relief till 4in morning, seeing to dogs and cat, then crawling between sheets, and then spreading sexy compost and delivering seeds to their depth of growth, ie mother earth, so I expect growth, will I be surprised?