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...
Nnnnnngh
Mornings have a tendency to throw themselves at you with indiscriminate force. They sneak up on you while you're asleep, pushing away the comfort of the night in gradual stages, foisting their blinding light through your window until you just can't ignore them any more.
And sometimes, they arrive with their friends: Mr Headache and Ms Dodgybum.
Connoisseur of those Top Tips you often get in magazines called things like "Chat!" and "Take a Break!" and "Gossip!" and "Gin!" will no doubt be aware of the tried-and-trusted method for dealing with a red wine spill: pouring white wine on it. What has puzzled me for years is why this technique doesn't apply to the human body too?
If I drink a bottle of red wine, then follow it with a bottle of white, how come they don't cancel each other out in some kind of matter/antimatter sci-fi way?
Why is it that instead of a happy, healthy, bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed Siobhan this morning, the only sensation in my brain is a seering pain just between my eyes?
It's just not fair I tell you.
...
I don't normally drink white wine, it has to be said. But last night I rustled up a prawn-and-pasta dish with shallots and chillies and a cream sauce, so I figured white wine was a good thing to add.
And then, after Kath and a friend had gone out to the pub, I settled down with the remnants of the wine, and the two-parter CSI on Channel Five.
Which was fab 
But yeah, perhaps I shouldn't have polished off a bottle of red first 
Anyway, as a result, rather than being the most productive trannie in the universe this morning, I'm being a rather self-pitying trannie. In bed. In my nightie.
And I'm not getting up for at least another couple of hours.
RIGHT! That is it! I am having a pants day at work, I am tired and cross and I want to be curled up in bed with you. Since you are ignoring your phone and e-mails I have come to your bit of the internet and I am going to stomp about a bit and slam some doors and make noise because no one should be able to still be sleeping when I am trying to interpret the statutes in the light of new legislation. My brain hurts. So....
LA LA LA stomp stomp CRASH BANG LA LA LA. Basically — pay attention to me !
Sighhhhh. OOOh I feel so much better. You can go back to sleep now babe.
do you still want to live with me?
Kath
And I'm not getting up for at least another couple of hours.
What does "up" mean? I have a white, rosé and red wine hangover. Ha ha beat you!
well Im not sure about mixing red and white wine but I sure as hell know that sparkling and still dont mix. LOL Katie good to see you have the same sense of humour
Yoink
Rachel sent me some photos of me at Sparkle, so I thought I'd share one
Nice shot. You even managed to fit the Bingo caller in too...
Ha ha beat you!
You know, honey, that's one competition I don't mind losing 
ack that is such a cool skirt.
hope the hangover has gone
Nice to see practicality mixed with style — I like the trainers and the skirt is terrific.
I think the blonde is jealous judging by her expression. By the way "after thawing do not re-freeze" with those chicken fillets.
Only kidding — hope you had a brill time.
Susan 2
Sparklier
Just a quick note to mention that I updated the Sparkle website, in a tasteful new shade of pinky-purple and roundy-corners and souped-up Blogger integration
11.41pm
Found out how to spell "Connoisseur"
I love that skirt, even looks good with trainers
such stay-at-home debauchery is disgraceful — and fun too. I know the sensation, having last night polished off a bottle of Amaretto making coffee cocktails and then settled down to watch John Water's Female Trouble. However, the sick events unfolding on screen somehow cancelled out the sick events unfolding in my stomach — maybe thats how the matter/antimatter sci-fi way works??? As a result I am the one who is bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning (though I do have a slightly disturbing image in my head of Dawn Davenport rubbing fish all over herself — slightly too much on the John Waters I think).