The Drivel Thread

[nicky wire's legs]

Shit your filthy mouth, you troll!

i know, im horrible mocking a poor harmless completely innocent mentally ill woman who has never fabricated any deceptions for attention in her entire life!

 

[sea salt]

i know, im horrible mocking a poor harmless completely innocent mentally ill woman who has never fabricated any deceptions for attention in her entire life!

It’s a fight one cannot win. Even the ones who have put forward their reasonable opinions in a calm, friendly manner have been accused of being trolls and bullies.

I’m gonna have a cappuccino and lie down!

 

[nicky wire's legs]

It’s a fight one cannot win. Even the ones who have put forward their reasonable opinions in a calm, friendly manner have been accused of being trolls and bullies.

I’m gonna have a cappuccino and lie down!

sounds good!!!! i was going to read but ive drunk too much grand marnier!!

 

[sea salt]

sounds good!!!! i was going to read but ive drunk too much grand marnier!!

I have eaten wayyyy too much of my delicious home-baked poppy seed cake and now I have to waddle from room to room.

 

[nicky wire's legs]

are your pants too tight, too, bun bun?!?!?!

 

[nicky wire's legs]

i must be drunk because the idea of you waddling strikes me as inordinately funny!

 

[sea salt]

are your pants too tight, too, bun bun?!?!?!

Pants? If only I were so lucky. I have to wear a caftan.

 

[nicky wire's legs]

Pants? If only I were so lucky. I have to wear a caftan.

muumuu, bun bun, its called a muumuu!

 

[Light Housework]

I start counselling on Thursday morning, and I intend to keep it vanilla, because I’m quite sure they wouldn’t understand or believe me otherwise. I don’t know if counselling will be useful to me, considering this. I may only have one or a few sessions, and then quit. I have my inks and paper to counsel me. I’ll give it a try, and hope that I don’t get cajoled into divulging things my counsellor couldn’t possibly understand, and even if she did, she would probably eventually just decide that I’m crazy. That’s all I need. I crave to be private and secretive when it comes to Morrissey. People can’t possibly understand him, and it makes them frustrated and then dismissive with cliches as ways of labelling what I say when I’m open. I end up not feeling good about having been an open book, time after time. Morrissey, you’re the only one to be open with. That said, I will try not to be too “frank and open”, because I don’t like to think I’m making you sick. Sharon is growing up it looks like.

 

[Light Housework]

However, if you want make it at least somewhat public that you love me, I’m good with that. Like you singing my name. Like you showing up on the bench. I’ve got to have proof though, if I am to continue to be open about you to people like my shrink. Do you want me to be private and secretive? Do you want me to shout it from the rooftops? You’ve got to tell me. We need to discuss this.

 

[Light Housework]

I’m not saying anything more until you meet me and tell me.

 

[nicky wire's legs]

Sharon is growing up it looks like.

You are such an absolute gimp

 

[Light Housework]

 

[Was I ever any good]

Are you painting?

 

[Anonymous]

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Sharon this is a really good painting, keep up the artwork!

 

[Light Housework]

Are you painting?

Hopefully I will be soon.

 

[Light Housework]

Morrissey, I wonder why he only looked at me for a second and then laid his head, his face, out of view. Maybe it was shyness. Maybe he thought I’d recognized him and he was found, and only had to lie down and I would come to him. I liked the way he had looked at me, and wanted more of that, and when he laid his face out of view, I took it as rejection. I didn’t know that face was Morrissey’s, until 9 days later, when I’d had time to mull over everything I’d seen.

I had to write that. Now I will try to stop posting about it and keep it in my paper diary. I will be watching clips from the upcoming concerts avidly. My right lung feels okay right now, but earlier today, I was resigning myself to it being fatal. Funny how it has ups and downs.

 

[Light Housework]

Sharon this is a really good painting, keep up the artwork!

Oh, thank you very much!

 

[Light Housework]

Morrissey, it’s hard to explain why I started blabbing. I stumbled into a blabbing mode after describing the man I saw, before I knew he was you. Then, 9 days after posting about him, I realized he must have been you, and I tripped up, and was thinking aloud here. I hope that if I see you again, I will keep my word and tell no one, unless I get a green light from you to tell whoever you feel comfortable with knowing. I don’t know if it would go that smoothly though, if someone sees us together and asks me about it.

 

[Light Housework]

I had planned to paint at 3, but had a coughing fit at 2:30, and went to bed. It’s not looking good. I feel okay now, well, nearly okay. Yes, I feel okay, physically, right now, but I know the mold infection lurks and will rear its ugly head again. I went for two walks and felt fine today, funny isn’t it. But when I have a coughing fit, I can feel, by the rattling, that the infection has lengthened within my right lung. I’m intending to start to fast for about three days, starting in about 3 days. Maybe that will send the infection back into remission.