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reba.

About Me

i smoke too much and drink too much and speak too much in terms of jane austen and not enough in terms of white goods and insurance costs. i love lots of stuff but mostly poems, animals, comedy and train travel. i enjoy political scandals and killing time by doing shit like painting or terribly playing my guitar. i really like my job but not as much as my guys. Pretty badly dressed, but that's just the kind of girl i am.........and most of all i LOVE long summers in gardens, drinking icy beer and reading. possibly busting some awesome moves later and shit.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


"I look up - as if to meet your voice With all its urgent future That has burst in on me. Then look back At the book of the printed words. You are ten years dead. It is only a story. Your story. My story."

My Blog

Novellin'

I really like my job. Aren't I the lucky girl. Really, I'm not even kidding. I like work. It's a revelation to me, as well! Oh, books. How you do please me. Munchy Face.Anyhow, on the topic of which ...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 13:35:00 GMT

Dear alcohol,

Well, we've been friends for a while now, haven't we? And, I mean, Jesus, it's been good. Haven't we just had the best times together. I know we've had our up's and downs, like that(those) time(s) you...
Posted by on Thu, 28 May 2009 05:15:00 GMT

dis closure. disc losure disclo sure

today is a happy day, i am breathing glee. i am as a reflection in a lake, here but not present, deliciously distracted. it is a dualist existence, this small town life this clench of expectation. how...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 09:08:00 GMT

hang you up from the heavens

Wow, soo stoked right now. Wow, I'm still british considering my use of 'stoked' and 'right now' in the same sentence. But wow. Check out these foxes...Dead Weathers being the third participle in what...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 12:12:00 GMT

oh, darling.....

lately i am as angsty as if i were watching the house burn down, and i'd left my lit cigarette inside. not because i was afraid it was me who set the blaze, but because i just want it back. and birds ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 14:43:00 GMT

ramble

entwining ribbons of my time and your time and the time of every tangible object, curling about the ether above heads, unnoticed and yet there. how did this happen? how did we let it? the one constant...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 14:27:00 GMT

poems n shit.

tomorrows warmthLoveliness, summer rose. A principle whichdoes not adhere to itself. I pick, and feelthe sting of a pricked finger. This is what I feelnow, when I watch you sleep. Youre still and you...
Posted by on Thu, 07 May 2009 15:57:00 GMT

description of a second.

I've just got home following very poignant experience. Do I mean poignant? It was bittersweet, tainted with lust, a dash of envy, maybe a hint of wrenching scratching and sawing at heartstrings. There...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 13:53:00 GMT

shouldn't it get better as I get older, though?

I must have done something really sour at some point. Every time I go outside it starts raining. I'm inside now, dry as a fucking bone. You just wait until I decide to walk to the shop, or something. ...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 05:12:00 GMT

lapsin' and collapsin'

I'm a lapsed user of this social networking facility. Similar to a lapsed catholic, only perhaps not regularly checking one's myspace page holds more social stigma these days. Poss no need to pursue d...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 12:30:00 GMT