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Dorrie (twat)

I search for the beat in this dirty town

About Me

Kabam!Lyts
"There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child."
I'm Dorrie.
I'm quite dull.
When people first meet me they think I don't like them, which is often the case but on the off chance sometimes not.
I don't try to seem bitter/ignorant/mean but it just seems to happen that way.
I am never "in the middle" I go from one extreme to the other in everything.
I am either really really sickenly nice or fucking horrible. Depends when you catch me.
I am going to be a nurse "when I grow up"
I miss being a child so much that I often retort to being one.
I was braught up with oodles of folk music, punk and reggae.
I guess because of that my music taste is so diverse, and I love that.
I don't talk about much other than music, art, pooing and sometimes politics.
I would love to play one musical instrument really well but I haven't got the patience.
Patience is my main problem in life.
I love the accordian.
I HATE:
Birds.
Snotty kids.
Loud people that aren't funny. Just loud.
I do like things though. Lots of things... The 40's Kitchness Betty Paige Bright clothes Colar bones Oversized sunglasses The word "cunt" Singing in thy band Having a poo Brushing my teeth Dancing like a fanny. Other cool things.I like some people: Peter Holt
Abi Kilbride
Philip Longstaff
Penny Metcalfe
Lauren Wilson
Becky Webster
Zoe Wigham
Blanche Smith
Other people...

My Interests



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Music:


MY BAND

My cunt boyfriends band.

Heroes:

My mum! cliche, but oh so true.

My Blog

"About me..."

So, I'm in a strange mood so I thought i'd write an 'about me' blog... I don't know if anyone will bother to read it but for some reason I feel like I need to get everything out of my system? anyhow. ...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 01:38:00 PST

New years resolutions?

I don't really have any as of yet but i'm just thinking of some... No.1 - Start eating more healthily, perhaps go on some sort of diet and fgo to the gym... No.2 - Start actually making an effort wi...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 04:05:00 PST

Old skool Mamie, Dorrie & Hana.

Started thinking about the old times when I spent so much of my time in Sheffield and at corp with Hana & Mamie and the rest of the Sheffers crew. It's shit that we're all not that close anymore a...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 07:43:00 PST

Zoe & Dorrie do Amsterdam.

We start our day at 3.30am, Friday. I won't tell you what happaned next as Zoe doesn't want people to think she's stupid.. (but she is) haha. So... here is where our adventure started, in Durham.. wh...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 10:58:00 PST

What?

Words I wrote:     Stitches and partiies, Structuring the fallen empire, I now see you were a phase I once dwelled on shortly, When all is lust and you never understand your own, It helps to...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 05:31:00 PST

Dorrie & Zoe's trip to London.

Just thought i'd write a little blog about me & Zoe's rather good weekend, illustrated with my beautiful camera skillz. So, we arrived in Kings cross at lark... half 9 or something. Our train jour...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 01:32:00 PST

Poo poo barny magroo.

Poo.I just wrote loads of words in here and now I lost it all, this is because the internet is shit.Now I am just going to briefly tell you whats been going on instead of going into such detail as I c...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 04:52:00 PST

Saturday night..

Well...I thought i'd post a blog about the party on saturday.. but I can't be bothered.
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 10:25:00 PST

A poem.. A shit poem.. My poem..

This is a poem that I wrote for my bestest friend, Abi. It is shit. Thanks. I let you inside my deepest thoughts, whispering interally through the distance of our minds, the links between our grainy d...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 04:46:00 PST

Dust off your shellsuit.

Thashing of guitars and the bleeding of ears, Death threts minorities and ageing of our peirs. Same chords, same lyrics its all fake tears     A house full of junkies were a police ...
Posted by Dorrie (twat) on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 04:43:00 PST