Don't Fear The Reaper

Am back in Stoke Poges. It was all a bit traumatic this morning, I intensely dislike moving. Every time I move I get the desire to burn all of my possessions. Why so materialistic? My dad told me off a few weeks a go for buying more books (from Ottakars of course), and I retorted that he had more than enough plants, but that didnt stop him. Last weekend he went to Enfield and came away with half a garden centre, so I feel quite vindicated. It's in the genes. On the other hand, I do need a clear out, and unfortunately I will have to cast sentimentality aside and get rid of some books I'm unlikely to read again.

I've been very nasty to Gideon lately. I won't go into details, but suffice to say he's probably dealing with more crap from me than he has the capacity to handle. It's difficult: I still love him very much, but simultaneously I'd like to rip his throat out with my teeth. We're trying to get one, which for me is helpful, when I'm not laying in to him. The other half of me (and the duality I find thoroughly upsetting) doesn't want him around because he reminds me of the past seven years, which may as well have never existed for all the truth that was in them (I am frighteningly loyal and loving and have not taken kindly to my trust being destroyed). Oh, that's enough, Laura.

Remember to check out my eBay auctions, and while you're at it take a look at "twinkorama"'s as well. A rather lovely White Zombie dress I have my eye on.