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We are all in the gutter
but some of us are looking at the stars.
15 February 2013 @ 11:41 am
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akluva, this is my new journal. If not, comment to be added. :)19 March 2011 @ 01:58 pm
I have to apologise for not taking proper care of my journal, but I just need to document this to confirm my sanity.
I live in a big house:
With several people. 20 to be exact.
In our quarter of the house there's me (hi), my landlord Pete (a hippy), his girlfriend Maz (a hippy), Phil (a teacher), Cristin/Tini (german fashion designer), sam (student rep, little autistic) and his girlfriend Sian.
Sian and Sam moved just after my birthday and they seemed lovely, if not a little quirky and dysfunctional at times. Sian professes to be a burlesque dancer and a poet, and sometimes goes to university. She claims she suffers from a lot of panic and anxiety attacks, so she spends a lot of time in the house, on Twitter and writing poetry.
She added me on Twitter soon after she moved in, and she seemed to have quite a close relationship with a gentleman on there called Edward. Their relationship was always questionable; he always seemed very open about his affections for Sian, and after all, they seemed to have shared some quite troubling life experiences.
Their mutual friend Jack had died of leukemia in November. They had both had relationships with this man, and Sian, in a rather manic depressive episode, wed him in a registry office. Edward had then become Jack's lover, and they all seemed very much entangled when Jack eventually passed away.
It came to light recently, shortly after her boyfriend Sam got a Twitter account, that Edward and Sian had shared a passionate kiss, a fact that Edward declared on Twitter in the vein hope that Sam would see it. He did, and subsequently deleted his Twitter.
As a mutual friend of both Sam and Sian, I was angry that this arsehole drunk had taken it upon himself to try and break their relationship with his bare hands. Because I had never met him in real life, I had to take to sending him some direct messages to express my rage at his behaviour.
Shortly after I sent them, his brother Charlie (a boy 12 years his junior, slightly autistic) called Sian about my DM's to his brother and she burst into the living room telling me I knew nothing of the situation and to keep out. She made a very serious threat of telling my boyfriend my "secret" - something I have not told him because he is too sensitive to handle that information considerately. Also I love him too much, and that was a crumb of my life that I don't hold in high regard.
So for the next few weeks I lived my home life in constant fear of my housemate and her big mouth. She would drop hints on Twitter about telling him, and I would spend most nights in my room eating dinner alone or visiting Joe at his house to keep out of harm's way.
Recently the tension between Edward and Sian seemed to have died down, and he even visited her while everyone was out, documenting this on Twitter. He posted a couple of pictures of her, but none of them together. I've asked before if she has any pictures of them together, she said after Jack died she deleted most of her old life.
Edward would frequently visit while everyone was out, and they would bake cakes together and he would upload lots of pictures to Twitter of Sian, telling everyone how beautiful she was. At first I worried that they were sleeping together while Sam was at work, and then in bed with Joe after another bipolar outburst from Sian that had quarantined half the house off; It hit me.
What if Edward wasn't real at all?
I told Joe of my suspicions and some things really started to make sense. None of us had ever seen him, and only knew of him on Twitter. Sian would get phonecalls sometimes, or seem to be on the phone to him when she would enter a room mid-conversation, but none of us could hear this distinct oxford-taught, Yorkshire butcher-cum poet voice on the other end.
As for photographic evidence, of course he had a twitter profile picture. But that's it. Just one photo. And when I looked closely at it, I could see a sign written in Arabic or something behind him. Definitely not taken in this country anyway. Maybe the guy in the photo wasn't even from this country;
And last night we came to an anti-climax. The house had been up drinking until the early hours, and a physical friend of Sian's, Max, had visited and brought lots of wine. He left around midnight, Sam fell asleep in the armchair and soon enough it was just me and Sian talking until the early hours. We talked about Edward, because we ALWAYS talked about Edward, and I used this opportunity to explore my suspicions. I asked what the shop was called where Edward worked as a butcher for the family business. Sian told me it was "Meats of Distinction" in Oakworth. His father, Mr Eldridge, was the proprietor. Sian used to live in the area with her mother, and a quick google search proved that there WAS a Meats of Distinction.
BUT, switching to Google Street View, I learned of a different proprietor;
M L. Now i'm fairly sure Eldridge is not spelt how it sounds, so either Edward and his father have nothing to do with this butchers shop, or his father needs to sue some sign writers.
I think over the course of the evening I had asked too many questionse. I asked about Jack, how did they get married on a whim? Where is the wedding certificate? (Edward has it, apparently). Had Sam met Jack? (No - was Jack even real? Had she put Sam through a fake bereavement aswell as a fake love interest?) Had Sam ever met Edward? No.
I asked her to invite him round. He was obviously very close to her and we obviously had some dust of our own to settle. Sian sent him several direct messages asking him to come round, as he was in the gay village by chance. The clock creeped closer to 4am, and I became very tired and found it harder to stay awake. But Edward was coming, so I held it together.
The next thing I knew it was 7.30am, and I checked Twitter to see what I had missed. Edward had visited, shortly after i'd fallen asleep in the living room. His feed was as follows:
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
Have arrived aT Slade to a sleeping chick and somE drugs
9 hours ago Favorite Retweet Reply
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
Bit dRunk
9 hours ago
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
FuickinG love this placfE
9 hours ago
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
SLADE HALL you secxy bitcH
But when I woke up early morning, he was, surprisingly, nowhere to be seen. I asked my other fresh-faced housemates if they had seen a middle aged butcher/poet around the house early this morning, they confirmed no-one had been about.
This morning when Sian awoke I asked her what time Edward had come and gone, as I must have just missed him by a whisker. She said he had literally come in and left again, declaring himself too drunk to stay. I wondered where they could have even sat or spoke, as I was sleeping in the living room and Sam was in their bedroom, also asleep.
The threads are coming apart, and Sian knows i'm onto her.
This morning after I woke her, Edward spoke on Twitter;
My boyfriend is away visiting family in Blackpool but I emailed him asking what to do. I am clearly living with some sort of mental patient, and this goes a lot deeper than bi-polar.
If I am right, she has created a whole network of people from her imagination, who solely exist online to cause drama for her to feed off. She's invented a husband who lost his battle with leukemia, a butcher who is completely besotted with her after the death of his former lover and her ex husband, and his rarely-seen younger brother, who has recently moved to London (so is basically out of the picture now).
And i'm living with it. I'm friends with it. My bedroom is right next to it. It knows things about me that others don't, for good reason, and now I have no idea what to do.
My housemates seem to be completely oblivious.
So err.. yeah. Do you think *i'm* crazy now?
And the title is correct, I did get mugged this week. But i'm fine, my boyfriend got his bike nicked, but we're ok now.
Hi btw.
I live in a big house:
With several people. 20 to be exact.
In our quarter of the house there's me (hi), my landlord Pete (a hippy), his girlfriend Maz (a hippy), Phil (a teacher), Cristin/Tini (german fashion designer), sam (student rep, little autistic) and his girlfriend Sian.
Sian and Sam moved just after my birthday and they seemed lovely, if not a little quirky and dysfunctional at times. Sian professes to be a burlesque dancer and a poet, and sometimes goes to university. She claims she suffers from a lot of panic and anxiety attacks, so she spends a lot of time in the house, on Twitter and writing poetry.
She added me on Twitter soon after she moved in, and she seemed to have quite a close relationship with a gentleman on there called Edward. Their relationship was always questionable; he always seemed very open about his affections for Sian, and after all, they seemed to have shared some quite troubling life experiences.
Their mutual friend Jack had died of leukemia in November. They had both had relationships with this man, and Sian, in a rather manic depressive episode, wed him in a registry office. Edward had then become Jack's lover, and they all seemed very much entangled when Jack eventually passed away.
It came to light recently, shortly after her boyfriend Sam got a Twitter account, that Edward and Sian had shared a passionate kiss, a fact that Edward declared on Twitter in the vein hope that Sam would see it. He did, and subsequently deleted his Twitter.
As a mutual friend of both Sam and Sian, I was angry that this arsehole drunk had taken it upon himself to try and break their relationship with his bare hands. Because I had never met him in real life, I had to take to sending him some direct messages to express my rage at his behaviour.
Shortly after I sent them, his brother Charlie (a boy 12 years his junior, slightly autistic) called Sian about my DM's to his brother and she burst into the living room telling me I knew nothing of the situation and to keep out. She made a very serious threat of telling my boyfriend my "secret" - something I have not told him because he is too sensitive to handle that information considerately. Also I love him too much, and that was a crumb of my life that I don't hold in high regard.
So for the next few weeks I lived my home life in constant fear of my housemate and her big mouth. She would drop hints on Twitter about telling him, and I would spend most nights in my room eating dinner alone or visiting Joe at his house to keep out of harm's way.
Recently the tension between Edward and Sian seemed to have died down, and he even visited her while everyone was out, documenting this on Twitter. He posted a couple of pictures of her, but none of them together. I've asked before if she has any pictures of them together, she said after Jack died she deleted most of her old life.
Edward would frequently visit while everyone was out, and they would bake cakes together and he would upload lots of pictures to Twitter of Sian, telling everyone how beautiful she was. At first I worried that they were sleeping together while Sam was at work, and then in bed with Joe after another bipolar outburst from Sian that had quarantined half the house off; It hit me.
What if Edward wasn't real at all?
I told Joe of my suspicions and some things really started to make sense. None of us had ever seen him, and only knew of him on Twitter. Sian would get phonecalls sometimes, or seem to be on the phone to him when she would enter a room mid-conversation, but none of us could hear this distinct oxford-taught, Yorkshire butcher-cum poet voice on the other end.
As for photographic evidence, of course he had a twitter profile picture. But that's it. Just one photo. And when I looked closely at it, I could see a sign written in Arabic or something behind him. Definitely not taken in this country anyway. Maybe the guy in the photo wasn't even from this country;
And last night we came to an anti-climax. The house had been up drinking until the early hours, and a physical friend of Sian's, Max, had visited and brought lots of wine. He left around midnight, Sam fell asleep in the armchair and soon enough it was just me and Sian talking until the early hours. We talked about Edward, because we ALWAYS talked about Edward, and I used this opportunity to explore my suspicions. I asked what the shop was called where Edward worked as a butcher for the family business. Sian told me it was "Meats of Distinction" in Oakworth. His father, Mr Eldridge, was the proprietor. Sian used to live in the area with her mother, and a quick google search proved that there WAS a Meats of Distinction.
BUT, switching to Google Street View, I learned of a different proprietor;
M L. Now i'm fairly sure Eldridge is not spelt how it sounds, so either Edward and his father have nothing to do with this butchers shop, or his father needs to sue some sign writers.
I think over the course of the evening I had asked too many questionse. I asked about Jack, how did they get married on a whim? Where is the wedding certificate? (Edward has it, apparently). Had Sam met Jack? (No - was Jack even real? Had she put Sam through a fake bereavement aswell as a fake love interest?) Had Sam ever met Edward? No.
I asked her to invite him round. He was obviously very close to her and we obviously had some dust of our own to settle. Sian sent him several direct messages asking him to come round, as he was in the gay village by chance. The clock creeped closer to 4am, and I became very tired and found it harder to stay awake. But Edward was coming, so I held it together.
The next thing I knew it was 7.30am, and I checked Twitter to see what I had missed. Edward had visited, shortly after i'd fallen asleep in the living room. His feed was as follows:
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
Have arrived aT Slade to a sleeping chick and somE drugs
9 hours ago Favorite Retweet Reply
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
Bit dRunk
9 hours ago
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
FuickinG love this placfE
9 hours ago
TeddyTheReady Edward A. E.
SLADE HALL you secxy bitcH
But when I woke up early morning, he was, surprisingly, nowhere to be seen. I asked my other fresh-faced housemates if they had seen a middle aged butcher/poet around the house early this morning, they confirmed no-one had been about.
This morning when Sian awoke I asked her what time Edward had come and gone, as I must have just missed him by a whisker. She said he had literally come in and left again, declaring himself too drunk to stay. I wondered where they could have even sat or spoke, as I was sleeping in the living room and Sam was in their bedroom, also asleep.
The threads are coming apart, and Sian knows i'm onto her.
This morning after I woke her, Edward spoke on Twitter;
My boyfriend is away visiting family in Blackpool but I emailed him asking what to do. I am clearly living with some sort of mental patient, and this goes a lot deeper than bi-polar.
If I am right, she has created a whole network of people from her imagination, who solely exist online to cause drama for her to feed off. She's invented a husband who lost his battle with leukemia, a butcher who is completely besotted with her after the death of his former lover and her ex husband, and his rarely-seen younger brother, who has recently moved to London (so is basically out of the picture now).
And i'm living with it. I'm friends with it. My bedroom is right next to it. It knows things about me that others don't, for good reason, and now I have no idea what to do.
My housemates seem to be completely oblivious.
So err.. yeah. Do you think *i'm* crazy now?
And the title is correct, I did get mugged this week. But i'm fine, my boyfriend got his bike nicked, but we're ok now.
Hi btw.
13 January 2010 @ 03:08 am
Have you ever made an important life decision (such as where to work or attend school) based on purely emotional factors, even though you knew it was not the right choice? Would you do it again?
Submitted By tylena2004
I decided today not to go to my schoolfriend Anja's funeral and I think I will regret that decision for a long time. Some would call me selfish for not sending off a friend and others would probably understand how I still cannot control my grief. But to stand there today and watch someone cover a beautiful illuminating girl in 6ft of soil is something I would not do. However looking back now, I would have done.
When my mother was my age my auntie had a daughter called Louise who grew up to be 2 years old. She was the first baby my Mum knew in the family and she adored her. She would sneak her off to the shops and buy her chocolate and visit her after long hours at work.
Not long after her 2nd birthday Louise died of cot death and that generation of my family have not been the same since. My Mum didn't attend her funeral either. I don't cope well with the thought of death and dead people and the whole concept of not being alive anymore. My Mum was the same. She doesn't regret it now because she has everlasting memories of her time with her niece and I feel safe in the knowledge that Anja will live on in my heart and everyone elses. I did not need to go today to say goodbye because in my heart I never will. But I should have done.
08 January 2010 @ 12:11 pm
It's exactly 7 days til my birthday, so before I level up i've decided to do a different thing each day for the next seven days. They don't have to be hardcore and they simultaneously don't have to be lame, i'm up for anything.
If you have any suggestions on what I should do, where I should go, who with and what for, comment please!
If you have any suggestions on what I should do, where I should go, who with and what for, comment please!
Current Mood: 
awake
awake27 October 2008 @ 01:02 pm
With Halloween on the horizon, burning questions about the undead need to be answered: Can being a zombie be considered suffering?
First question listed was submitted by destynnee. (Follow-up questions, if any, may have been added by LiveJournal.)
I think sometimes being a zombie is all i've got to look forward to; no emotion, no bills and I can't dance anyway so co-ordination wouldn't be greatly missed.
27 June 2007 @ 08:34 am
To the most beautiful woman in Politics (and probably the whole world).
Cherie: a tribute.
Stand by your man!
Hats off to Cherie!
Tickets please: Cherie shows her travel credentials.
Cherie's personal notes for her speech are accidentally projected behind her.
Don't know about you but i'm getting me a feminist! Rawr!
Cherie corrects Tony: "that's not our son"
Look at that beautiful smile...
I think we'd all like to give her a summons. TO OUR BEDROOMS. Oh yes.
A bit of a spark there, we think? Tony wishes!
Best dressed wife of a politician by far!
That infamous "morning after" shot! Wonder what her and Tony were up to last night eh?
Stand by your man! Part 2.
"I TOLD YOU I WANTED A LOOSE PERM." Only joking. It's her crime wig innit.
Cherie having a gossip with one of her girls.
Best.Picture.Ever.
"A woman's work is never done!"
Cherie narrowly misses out on the biggest hat competition to John Prescott's wife. She'll regret that, bitch.
When Cherie's hubby was asked to sing a song at a Beijing press conference, Cherie snatched the microphone and launched into the Beatles' "When I'm Sixty-Four".
Is this an alternative therapy, or is it a cheap alternative to a facelift?
Cherie declares "I'm no superwoman". Though with a body like that, she could give wonderwoman a run for her money. Mmm yeah.
Cherie is re-united with her long lost daughter. The similarities are shocking!
Cherie "getting down" with her homiez.
Tony holds Cherie's hand tightly as she endures one of her seizures.
How could Tony resist those puppy dog eyes?
Goodbye, fair maiden.
Aww, i'm all teary-eyed now.
Cherie: a tribute.
Stand by your man!
Hats off to Cherie!
Tickets please: Cherie shows her travel credentials.
Cherie's personal notes for her speech are accidentally projected behind her.
Don't know about you but i'm getting me a feminist! Rawr!
Cherie corrects Tony: "that's not our son"
Look at that beautiful smile...
I think we'd all like to give her a summons. TO OUR BEDROOMS. Oh yes.
A bit of a spark there, we think? Tony wishes!
Best dressed wife of a politician by far!
That infamous "morning after" shot! Wonder what her and Tony were up to last night eh?
Stand by your man! Part 2.
"I TOLD YOU I WANTED A LOOSE PERM." Only joking. It's her crime wig innit.
Cherie having a gossip with one of her girls.
Best.Picture.Ever.
"A woman's work is never done!"
Cherie narrowly misses out on the biggest hat competition to John Prescott's wife. She'll regret that, bitch.
When Cherie's hubby was asked to sing a song at a Beijing press conference, Cherie snatched the microphone and launched into the Beatles' "When I'm Sixty-Four".
Is this an alternative therapy, or is it a cheap alternative to a facelift?
Cherie declares "I'm no superwoman". Though with a body like that, she could give wonderwoman a run for her money. Mmm yeah.
Cherie is re-united with her long lost daughter. The similarities are shocking!
Cherie "getting down" with her homiez.
Tony holds Cherie's hand tightly as she endures one of her seizures.
How could Tony resist those puppy dog eyes?
Goodbye, fair maiden.
Aww, i'm all teary-eyed now.
Current Music: Aint no sunshine - // Bill Withers
06 March 2007 @ 12:50 pm
05 July 2006 @ 06:07 pm
You have been robbed, benyamin!
benyamin! With compliments from the cat burglar.
I'm going to open the floor to questions. No real conditions, but bear in mind that I reserve the right to refuse to answer any question for any reason whatsoever.
Public entry so comment anonymously if you want.
I'm going to open the floor to questions. No real conditions, but bear in mind that I reserve the right to refuse to answer any question for any reason whatsoever.
Public entry so comment anonymously if you want.
Current Mood: 
ditzy
ditzy