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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...

Er, that can't be healthy

"Um, Tish? That's where mummy poos"

Things Always Get Worse Before They Get Better

My house is a mess at the moment. Granted, my house is always a mess — but just right now it redefines the word "pigsty".

But I have to point out, that in some respects, that's because of a quite deliberate intention on my part. You see, this week has been a bit hectic — I couldn't stay over in Harrogate while I was working, and, for some reason unknown even to me, decided to commute back and forth to Leeds from home each day.

And because of that, I've bene a bit tired and flustered. And because of that, I've not really had the energy to keep the place hovering in it's usual state of "just short of hygenic".

There are milk bottles gathering en masse by the back door, clothes strewn all over the place — on chairs, under the bed, anywhere in fact, apart from where they should be. Instead of washing up, I've been defaulting to that terribly student-esque technique of Using New Cutlery And Plates For Each Meal™. Around me right now, arranged in a little semi-circle, is the detritus from a few nights of sofa-drinking — two empty bottles, a couple of glasses, half-filled baccy pouches, empty Rizla packets (note to self: must get more), and an almost-perfect arm-length-radius arc of little clumps of fag-ash where I've been too lazy/drunk to reach the ash-tray.

The bin is full. And because of my inability to get out of bed on time on Wednesday, I totally missed putting it out — so there's a fair few empty packets of stuff discarded around the sink.

I know, I could have sorted it all out yesterday. But I felt I needed a day of doing absolutely fuck-all.

And so, last night, I made a very conscious decision not to put things away, but rather to add to the mess — theorising that the more messy the place was, the more satisfaction I'd get out of tidying it.

Which is what I'm just about to start doing. After I get more Rizlas, that is.

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I suppose I could have spared yous all that, and just said "is tidying her house" on Twitter. But why use 160 characters when 1600 will do just as well? :smile: