You know you have these months where your life is turned around? This has been one of them. There has been kangaroos, and beaches, and snow, exhibitions, two protests, redundancy, a break up, a make up, a break up again, a make up with an old face, a reunion, a loss, some health news, the knowledge that i've gone up a jeans size, there's been debt, and tears, and revelation, conflict with two friends, photoshoots, driving into oncoming traffic in a one way system, some mild theft, the realisation that I am the owner of twenty vanilla ice tour posters (message me if you want one, please.) confrontation, honesty, stress, pride, tattoos, too many timezones and nowhere near enough christmas shopping.

I'm not unhappy, just wavering.


In case the list was too dull, here's some photographs to sum it up.

























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First things first, generic post-Halloween photo of my costume.


I think I've been drawing more than i ever have, by living alone, I have so much free time on my hands, and there is only so much daytime television that my fully functioning brain can handle.

I'm off to Australia for two weeks on tuesday, Sydney to be precise, so if any of you lovely people feel like meeting up, send me a message and we'll sort something out. I have to go do MORE work now, so i thought I'd leave you with a bunch of recent work I scanned in, there are some rogue bits of paper floating about, and a nice picture of me and my friends in Barcelona somewhere in the middle to break up all the drawings. Feedback is always appreciated.

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Things are good, like really good. I spent the week hiking and drawing and singing and reading in the South of England, I have some incredible friends and an amazing future ahead of me. I have direction, I have clarity of heart. I have everything at my disposal, and for once, boys don't even factor into it. p.s. pythagoras is alive and well, many thanks for the concern.













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My snake escaped. I now live on my own, with a python roaming round loose somewhere in my apartment. I also think she chewed through the cable to my fridge and that's why it's not working. I don't know if snakes do that, but i'm blaming her anyway. Let's not think about that, and look at some photos instead.








and the new nose:

You should see the other guy.

The healing process is a funny thing, it is gradual, it is relentless. Day five after the op and I still feel as bad as when I came out, but I know for a fact that the pain, the swelling, the bruising, the stuffiness, the bleeding is all pretty much gone. It's like I need the original pain back to appreciate how much better i feel now, I have to remind myself to keep myself in check, otherwise I end up wallowing in self pity and that helps no one.




and I may have purchased a buzz lightyear jacket.



I completely forgot about the band 3 Doors Down, they used to be my ultimate favourite band, and I was gently reminded about them just a few days ago, so i went nuts and ordered their entire discography from the internet, now that's arrived i have no intention of ever listening to anything ever again.

It's taken this long to meet him, but he's incredible. He is everything I want and need, and he wants me too, which I am still shocked about. I understand life a little better now, everything does happen for a reason, I have appreciated being single these six or so months because it's made me a better person, I am no longer insecure or solitary or restricted. I have my own life, my own passions, and I've found someone who I can seriously see sharing my life with. He gives me butterflies, and he makes me not want to think about any other man ever again. I can declare myself no longer single, and it came when I was least expecting it. I am the happiest I have been in a long long time.



I am slowly working my way through your lovely messages, sorry I've been so useless lately, I don't come on here so much anymore, I miss the friends i made and the things we did. Saying that, the SG night at Punk was pretty fun, I got to hang out and talk to some really amazing girls, I miss some of them already.



p.s.

Kisses x

it's done!

Dear Nose. We've worked well together all these years, you've done a lot for me, I don't know that I would be the person that I am today without you, but after twenty years of residence on my face, I feel it's time I take you in a new direction, tailor you to fit my needs and aesthetics. Essentially, it will still be you, but you won't look the same anymore. People won't recognise my Jewish heritage when they see you, and people won't insist that you are in fashion, and give me character. You'll just be a nose. I'm not sure how I feel about that, I'm not good with farewells and I'm going to miss you dearly some days. I'm hoping that it subsides after a while, and I can appreciate your new form fully and without regret. It's been a long time coming, some may even say I've held off as long as I could, I didn't want to cause you pain intentionally, and I'm not sure yet how the rest of my face will react, I hope it's favourably and you can all work together again, although the dynamic may change, in essence, you'll all still be together.

I have to warn you, it's soon. It's happening at nine o clock on monday morning, I'm not sure if you can tell time, but if you can, at least you know. I've heard it isn't too painful, so you shouldn't worry about that, we've prepared for it, you and I. We'll pull through. I hope you don't decide to be bitter about this whole affair, and decide to rob me of my identity, I'd hope that we've come too far for that, we haven't always worked in harmony but ultimately I'd like to consider myself a friend, no hard feelings. Take care nose, farewell, I'll miss you, I promise.

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p.s I've met a boy, he's australian and he's rather wonderful



My kidneys are playing up again, I've been peeing blood for almost a week now. As I write this I'm sitting on my bathroom floor, it's 6am and i haven't slept because of the pain, I can hear people going to work. It's marginally depressing.

I'll leave you with a photograph of the nose as it is now, before the surgery, and I'll give you one after.











And if you happen to be in the London area this saturday, come down to our very own Suicidegirls night at Punk.