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The fairground rides have all gone.

Now there's just the lingering smell of piss.

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No pity. No shame. No silence.

I am not a survivor of sexual violence. I've been used, and I've been taken advantage of, but I've been fucking lucky. I just want to show my support for those that haven't.

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Hobbit- I don't think I've mentioned him before. I should do a cast-list, shouldn't I?

Okay. The cast list, of my journal.

the fambly

Mum= Mum.
Dad= Dad. (They're not all this easy. ;))
C= older sister. Vile hell beast.
D= younger, and yet not smaller, brother. Cube. Dudley Dursley.
G= little sister. Sweet lookin'. It's a LIE! I am moulding her. *g*

the flat

Me= me.
Bigger= flatmate I've lived with for two years now. Feels longer, as evidenced by the fact that I just attempted to write three, there. Big hippy, though she denies it. Called Bigger due to being the bigger buttmonkey.
Smaller= flatmate who is in the process of moving in. I think I have yet to tell her that I call her Smaller due to being a buttmonkey. Um... sorry? It's a grand tradition now. To change it would destabilise life as we know it...
Littlest= ex-flatmate. Still the littlest buttmonkey.

the friends

Beer= Uni boy mate. Very pretty. A cider man.
Chutney= Uni boy mate and current crush. Excellent tattoo. Lickable.
Spanky and Dirty= Uni boy mates. I am secretly slashing them in my head.
Caromel= Beer's girlfriend. Absolute star. I have plans to steal her.
Bunsy= Hippy boy friend with HAIR.
Hobbit= Hippy boy friend with marginally less HAIR.
Caz-girl and Mighty-Tom= bestest friends from home.

I will add more as and when they come up.

Anyway... I forget.

No, ooh! I may be getting a job of a sunday, working in a book shop, and I will be PAID IN BOOKS!

I found that exciting. Sorry. *g*

ETA: Hobbit is *getting* me the job. That was the linky, see? IT ALL MAKES SENSE!