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...
Belfast
You know there are two things that I almost, pointedly refuse to write about. The first is Kath (it was three months ago today, fact fans). The second is Belfast.
I'm not stupid — I read my stats. I know that I have a peak at 5pm European time and the same again US time. So I know vaguely the nationalities of the people that read this thing.
And trust me, neither of yous have any idea what it was like growing up in Northern Ireland during The Troubles.
The Streets Are Empty
Life goes on.
I never knew George Best. He did something that I really took no time to engage with at all.
But I did see him once — years ago, at Windsor Park in Belfast, playing for Linfield.
It was the only football match I've ever been to in my life. And I think, given my current state of mind (that's one of "nostalgia" and "patriotism" and "solidarity" people), that maybe, I owe him one.
George, you could probably drink me under the table. And fuck it, I know that's what killed you, but I love you for it. When I die, I want my personal heaven to be a drinking competition between you, me, and Oliver Reed.
With John Peel on the decks.
Yes let's all raise our glasses and drink to one of the best footballers there's been l_lD (or mugs),
( you have a peak of one most days from down-under at about 5pm as well but I guess you know that 
Having no body clock whatsoever (which means I don't get jetlag) you can attribute "scatter" to me as in a typical week I'll be awake and online at least once at every hour of the 24 hour clock.
I Am My Own Worst Enemy
Argh. Why do I do this to myself?! Here's an imaginary conversation that could have happened last night:
Graham: Hey Siobhan, what's going on tomorrow?
Siobhan: Why, it's the excitingness of trannies let loose in Birmingham hon.
Graham: So are you packed?
Siobhan: Nope
Graham: Do you know what you're going to wear?
Siobhan: Nope
Graham: What time are you getting the train?
Siobhan: I'm not — I'm driving down.
Graham: So, do you know the way?
Siobhan: Nope
Graham: So, you're not packed, you don't know what you're planning on wearing, you haven't a clue how to get there ... I take it you're going to spend the evening sorting all this out then getting an early night?
Siobhan: Nope
Graham: Nope?
Siobhan: Indeed
Graham: So what are you going to do instead?
Siobhan: I'm going to finish this bottle of wine, then I'm going to walk to the shops to buy another. Then I'm going to drink it, flounce around the house for a bit, listen to music at full volume through my headphones, write some unbelievably shite stuff in my weblog and leave crass comments on other people's. Then I'm going to go to bed, and most likely spend the next morning fretting about how rubbish the world is, whilst simultaneously drinking as many Alka Seltzers as it takes to get rid of the pounding in my head.
Graham: *sigh* How's the zit by the way?
If its any consolation — I dont know what I am wearing yet either. I packed everything at 9am this morning and have just stuck several potential outfits into a case.
I also have one zit making an appearance — and cleverly cut a lump out of my finger with a kitchen knife yesterday so will be looking like a plum with a great big plaster on my finger if it doesn't heal up in time!
I do kinda know where I am going... but its been a long time since I drove round central Birmingham... am hoping my Tom Tom gets me there 
See you later today!
Oh! You girls over there are so lucky!
I hope you all have a LOT of fun! Sounds like the time of a life!
Help
(via flickr.com/people/si08han) 
I'm completely and utterly lost
Isn't that the Bullring? Joanna has posted a pic of a similar building http://www.flickr.com/photos/joangel/67132661/
Serena Mayfly
Casualty
(via flickr.com/people/si08han)
Don't ask
Random
(via flickr.com/people/si08han)
lol the mind boggles
Hope your night goes well, wish I could be there 
Your casualty looks like something out of the Bunny Survival Tests — visit and boggle some more 
Started packing about 13:15 Saturday — any takers for leaving it any later? Oh, and BTW, tip for improving the "random" shot — make sure the wine glass totally obscures the face of that ugly cow.
I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
George Best