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» Weddings

Not the most entertaining of stories, but here goes.

I was bridesmaid at my uncle's wedding. I can't stand the medically obese woman he married, so I refuse to call her my aunt.

I was sat next to my Dad, and he was boredly flicking through the hymnbook, muttering "Help me Jebus!", pausing the pages whenever a hymn including Jesus in the title cropped up. In the end we were both in tears of laughter. I think it kinda pissed off the old ladies in front of us.

My mum thought we were repenting our sins because of the beauty of the wedding. Ha!

Yeah. Help me Jebus indeed. Ah well, free food afterwards.
(Thu 14th Jul 2005, 15:57, More)

» Injured Siblings

Well, it's what my lil bro did to me actually.

We were both small, I was 10, he must have been around 4, but he's a strong lad. When I was little I had a ponytail right down my back, and I don't remember why (I think it was unprovoked) but... there I was, sat on a chair in the kitchen, when he came up and yanked my ponytail. Hard. So hard I came off my chair, and my little toe got caught under the steering wheel of one of those plastic dashboard toys.

It bled like feck, and wouldn't you know, the wound has never closed? I swear. It's the joint on the inside, where the toe bends, and maybe it's just a deep scar but it still hurts like buggery.


(I've not got a length to apologise for, I'm female)
(Mon 22nd Aug 2005, 0:57, More)

» Stupid Tourists

Can we stop?
Alright, stop. Stop going on about people fucking up Loughborough and saying "loogabarooga", and stop the satirical posts about it as well. It's not funny anymore. :(
(Sun 10th Jul 2005, 20:00, More)

» Weird Traditions

Hey Jokl...
If you don't sit down until the whistle, surely you'd get in people's way?
(Mon 1st Aug 2005, 6:32, More)

» Weird Traditions

I guess this is a tradition...
But whenever I walk down the streets, people call me names, or giggle at my black lace skirts and smilarly dyed hair. It was the same in all my schools. It seemed to be a tradition that I never had any friends in any school I went to, as well.

The last tradition of mine is "Sit by yourself. They don't like you. Look, they're giggling at you. What's wrong with you that makes you the odd one out? What did you do to deserve the out and out fucking abuse that they hurl every fucking lesson, every time you sit down in class?!"

I'll stop. Now I'm depressed. :(

Edit: Since I'm in a self-hating mood, one more tradition of the people at school was to come up to me with their friends and go "Scuse me. My friend likes you." ... I'm a dyke anyway. It's one more fucking reason to hate me I'm sure.
(Fri 29th Jul 2005, 4:18, More)
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