A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Wednesday, 8 January 2020
Wednesday, I think
More of a person than I was, but still have a way to go.
The counselling session also featured being congratulated for my progress. Raging about how much of an arsehole Shitlord is in his continued attempts to keep hold of my strings while entirely failing to treat me like a human. Apparently I no longer defend his behaviour and am just angry - and I am told this is a very good change.
And I think I convinced my counsellor to watch Crazy Ex Girlfriend - because I push the show on everyone. It is almost at Wonderfalls levels from back in the day for how much I encourage it on people.
Otherwise today significantly was just zoning out and achieving bugger all.
At about 1630 this afternoon the delivery guy arrived with my mattress, and to take away the loan mattress. I am so looking forward to sleeping in my bed with it being my bed again.
For all that they said nothing was wrong with it, they replaced a lot of it and it now feels much more like the sample one I tried in the store and less like the weird sloping inwards thing I had.
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