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dokukinoko

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About Me

Well, it doesn't look too good on paper really... useless degree; failed marriage; stint in a homeless shelter; laid off from dream job and working in a chip shop; too skint to buy a Sunday paper... but!!! It's SPRING, and my mum's obsessed with a picture of some elephants' bums and it's all quite funny really. Bring on the camping season, that's what I say - lying on the grass in the sunshine talking shite with a voddy and ginge and a silly hat on, what could be better?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anybody with something to say, whether it's funny, angry, bitchy, philosophical, nice, informative, random or total shite for the sake of it... wouldn't say no to meeting some like-minded drinkers/wanderers/campers to while away the summer with... and would love to get back in touch with James fae Sheddocksley who used to work at Logo with me, but I think he's buggered off abroad. Oh! But they have internet there too!!! Duh...

My Blog

Drunk’s Diary

 - so I decided today that I'd have a wee period of non-drinking. I've been putting it away every day for the past 2 months, and woke up this morning all sluggish and dissatisfied and paraniod, w...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 13:11:00 GMT

Preparing to party

Off to see the sexy fisherman from Achiltibuie tomorrow!!!!! Get round to packing around 7. Much humming and hawing over a capsule wardrobe suitable for a village dance and a mini-Highland Games, oozi...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 15:53:00 GMT

Middle-earth meets Beauly Co-op?

I'm "pulling forward" (pulling WHAT forward, you ignorant wankers? Can't you see it's a transitive verb in this instance? No..? Well, see the - oh, never mind...) when my supervisor rushes up: "Sara!!...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 10:18:00 GMT

Mmmmm...

It's almost worth having a big stuffed-up balloon-head, a sore nose and a constant hacky cough, just for that first sip of honey, lemon, ginger and whisky. The soothing smoothness; the numbing alcohol...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 15:47:00 GMT

Un-besotted

Sexy Bloke From The Village - no, let's dispense with that. He's several hundred miles away from the village and going to be for the forseeable future, and all of a sudden I don't find him remotely at...
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 14:39:00 GMT

A good day on the dating website

Within minutes of logging on, there's the usual chat requests from men old enough to be my father, Speakers of Other Languages, lesbians and Ugly Fuckers. "Fancy chatting..?" Errr, no. Then I see it, ...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 09:29:00 GMT

Carlsberg don't make housemates, but if they did

Friday's an organised morning - out of bed quick-smart, kettle on and into the shower. Return to the kitchen 10 minutes later, dripping and muttering, to find a cup of tea. It's a simple thing, but it...
Posted by on Sun, 27 May 2007 01:50:00 GMT

A woman's perrogative

Sexy Bloke From The Village has been in London for, like, aaaaaaages. Well, long enough for me to be on my second set of AA batteries, anyway :-)... At first, I missed him terribly; missed him in...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 00:43:00 GMT

Little ray of hope...

Somewhat appropriately, Willie The Plumber phones me when I'm in the middle of having a wee. I listen, hardly daring to believe my ears as he tells me that he was very impressed with my informal inter...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 13:53:00 GMT

Where's me bra..?

Can't find my tarty-dress bra (y'know, those magic ones with no straps or back, for wearing under titty-tops) anywhere. Last seen on top of its box on my tape shelf a few days ago. What the hell ...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 00:21:00 GMT