MORE THINGS FOR SALE

This time it's some of the band shirts I no longer wear, and all my old sXe propaganda

Sizes vary, but pretty much everything will fit a size 2/4/6 (6/8/10uk) depending on how tight you like yr tee's

Some of these are really old and obscure, as is most of my shit, so I'm going to be taking offers, don't be scared, I really need to make room for when I move house and it hurts me to see clothes hiding away unworn so take a chance!

NB: shirts are wrinkled from being screwed up in my closet, they are all in superb condition, and from a smokefree home. Please ask for close-ups/back prints

Here we go...

Postage will vary between item so please PM me if you like anything!

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For those of you who don't visit the SG sales group, I'm going to sell some of my vast threadless collection, mostly the shirts I never wore or hardly ever wear.. I have been buying threadless shirts for years (I have hundreds, literally), and some of these are from way back. For the most part, threadless shirts are collectors items, and these are all either brand new or in fantastic condition.

All are a girly small (please visit the website for more info on sizing)

I'm asking $10 or £5 per shirt, with a discount if you buy a few.


1st edition glows in the dark


on Asphalt (lower picture)


1st edition


1st edition on Cranberry






by Threadless select - the premium range


1st edition


1st edition on Army (bottom left)


1st edition

Thanks, I hope someone else will give these shirts the love they deserve

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There's a set I shot in May, at the same time as my two member review attempts, that I never sent in, and I doubt I ever will. However, I really wanted to show you this one image, as it is one of my favourite pictures of me ever.



I love it because it is just so...me - my hair, my glasses, my make-up, this is exactly how I look. Given my new honest, open outlook on life, I can't think of a better time to share this picture with you.

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NB - OK, I lied, there is one small inconsistency with this photo and IRL Disco. Can you spot it?

So anyway.

The reason i feel the need to tell you all about me, to let you get to know me, is simple.

Hardly anyone does.

I don't have many friends. No pity party please, it's mostly my own fault.

I've never had a normal social life, i've always been the girl you say hi to when you're out but would never dream of calling to find out what i'm doing tonight. A thousand acquaintances, but no friends, that's me. I'm everyones drinking partner, but when the last orders bell rings, it's just me, on my own, drunkly sobbing into my shot-glass about how nobody really knows me, or understands, or cares. Boo-fucking-hoo. But people just seem to like me better when they don't really know me. Maybe i've become a self-fulfiling prophecy - i have a huge outsider complex - but what came first, the chicken or the egg?

Oh, i've had friends, once upon a time, i've had amazing, intense friendships, but they all seem to just...trail off. That's so much worse than a horrible break up, don't you think? To not know where it all went wrong, or what you did. And then to live with the little self-worth destroying demons telling you 'it was all going so well until you told them that. or shared this. or or or or...'

People don't tend to stick around in my life, for whatever reason, and this repeated pattern, with me as the common denominator, so one can only conclude that it is i doing the fucking up.

And it's left me feeling theres no point of investing any time of effort into friendships because they never last.

Blah blah blah, skip to the end and...

...this is the first thing i am trying to change about my sorry life. To get used to the idea that it's not the end of the world if you accidentally give some of yrself away because people might actually like what they see enough to come back again. And so what if they don't? It's not as if i'm offering up my childhood trauma right from the first date. No harm done. And it's not being a pest or a burden if I try to forge a friendship because, hey, maybe I AM fun to be around. Maybe. If i say it enough times, it makes it true, right?

And so, lovely internet people, i am practicing on you. Consider you my social experiment.

Have you had enough yet?

Sometime I read other journals on here and I think to myself 'why would you tell that to an internet of complete strangers?' I feel uncomfortable enough sharing with you what i actually did, let alone how i felt. Most of my journals are cryptic injokes aimed at very few people, or more than likely, myself.

However, following a weekend of epiphanies and therapeutic ramblings, i came to realise that i'm doing a lot of things the wrong way. A LOT of things. And seeing as what i'm doing right now really isn't working for me , i'm going to start making some changes.

Don't panic Mr Mainwaring, you'll see where i'm going with this.

I realised this weekend that, as Bob Hoskins told us all those years ago, it's good to talk. and since you, the nameless, faceless entity that is the internet (and also, all of you people that live in the internet) are here, reading this, you may as well listen.

So, from now on, rather than writing inane quotes or quasi-meaningful statements lifted from the pages of Chuck Palahnuik novels, i'm going to tell you all about me.

Not secrets, because if you deserved to know them i'd have already told you. Not anecdotes or stories, but just about me, and what i'm like. Things you could probably pick up from meeting me, without having to leave your comfy chair.

Everyone needs a captive audience, right?

Right?

Wanky self indulgent journal going live in

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Blame it on the fucking horses

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You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.

I really should pay more attention.

Good morning...

Haha, you know, I really am spoiling you.

You'll see what I mean soon.

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