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[squeefulfish]

Almost exactly a year now since someone kidnapped my beer and refused to give it back till I'd taken out my tongue bar. There's a part of me that still misses it, though I suspect the time for metal has passed. The baby sister has been threatening for the last couple of years that as a 30th birthday sisterly thing we were going to get my bellybutton done. Urg. Too much belly, not enough button...

So, some changes since this time last year (and don't think I'm not concerned that I'm using Gaelcon of all sodding things as a marker of events in my life.) Some things still the same. Some things have come back to bite me on the ass. Sometimes that was a bad thing. One potentially dangerous potential crush has come back, amusingly at the same time as it hit last year. Hence the whole evaluation of where I am and what I'm doing. At least with the crush I know it'll pass. Another fortnight, tops, and that's done. I'm wittering on, I know, but I guess this last week has made me realise that I don't need to be a boring growed up, that things can be just as much fun as when I was 17. And in a way it's refreshing to know that I'm still basically the same person I was then. Just different. Which is good, cos I kinda liked that person. I look back a lot, I know. Don't mean I ain't lookin' forward more.

Also, bloody full moon. We'll have less of this broodiness, thank you very much.