Diary of a Little Whelsh Girl

your a murderer anne

azriel wrote:and then you get shipwrecked.

not this time

"What about Femalehood?" Azriel protested.

You see, Azriel had been a citizen of Forumshire for a reasonably short time, and she didn't know that Males and Females were equal there, but one of them was just a little bit more equal than the other one was. It was an easy thing to miss - especially if you were a member of the one that was less equal than the other one was (apparently)."
Mmmm, well, Orwell, thats the trouble with having a sex change, you can see both sides of the story, Where does that place me ?

Mrs Figg wrote: ....talking of noses and sucking, how are you feeling today Petty?

Since I didn't know Petty was sick that sounded like quite the "Let's biff Petty a good one in the snogger, just by-the-by to pass the time." Then he responds with gentle courtesy, which was another surprise until things stopped whirling around in my brain long enough to fall together and make sense.

Fun little whiplash moment, that. I'm sure once he's feeling better it will be back to cats and dogs again.

Orwell wrote:From Wholesome Tales:


Chapter Twelve
...from the Book of Geneticist
....

This so far has been fookin' BRILLIANT!

what's even more amazing is you haven't even gotten around to Petty, Figgy, Eldo etc yet. The mind boggles at what is to come.

novel use if the word brilliant

novel use of the word brilliant

One of the best entries yet Wholesome Tales!

odo let the vines grow thick around my feeble heart

Oh Halfy - though they did say you were slow - that's an old Forumshire Tale in Wholesome Tales (1) and (2). Chapter Twelve starts at the beginning of WT (2) while the beginning of the tale is toward the end of WT (1). It's a rollickig true story full of Wholesome events in which you yourself played a part - which you have clearly forgotten {{{Son of Halfwit was it? mmmm...}}}

Mmmmm I'm thinking of vines around your neck, Miss CC, and hanging down from a lofty branch perhaps?

"I bet you it wasn't a kilt," Julia said. (She could be quite a bitch when she wanted to be). Anon Moron.

halfwise wrote:

Mrs Figg wrote: ....talking of noses and sucking, how are you feeling today Petty?

Since I didn't know Petty was sick that sounded like quite the "Let's biff Petty a good one in the snogger, just by-the-by to pass the time." Then he responds with gentle courtesy, which was another surprise until things stopped whirling around in my brain long enough to fall together and make sense.

Fun little whiplash moment, that. I'm sure once he's feeling better it will be back to cats and dogs again.

darn tootin!

{{{"Anon Moran" - I wonder what that means? }}}

Freudian slip

Tuesday, 21st May


with, without, a paen for my adored one

without a sporran
or dainty kilted hems
over fluffy feet
brushed like a meterosexual

with marbled muscles beneath his taut skin

i would be without a headache
if he was in my bower
not like Julia
who hath given him
headaches in her bower
i'd not give him headaches
in my silky ladyware

with legs like
carved
replications of Greek Gods
in powerful trousers

without vanity
even if his goodness
and kindness
and throbbing manhobbithood
and powerful intelllect
and marvelous
creativity
is the envy of all
and he should have been voted
Most Popular Male
but the poll was rigged

without being lordly
more lordly than
Aragorn

with an eye for scientific
possibilities
and a calculus-driven
mentality
superior to Halfy
and Dave
who are more like electricians
or farmers in mental capacity
compared to his
rocket class sophistication

without a doubt
one such as to
make the hearts of ladies
and Julia
pulpitate

with Amarie swooning
Azriel panting
Tin joggling
and Julia
perculating
he bears up with dignity
humbled by his own
potency


without ego


[sigh]


I have been thinking of him all day (again)... a handsome rose... why must Mother vacuum just now to thwart my feelings?... and Father, does he really have to flush twice... I suppose he must! but... oh woe is me... woe this mortal coil.... I must think of better things, of 'yippee you can't see me' and "lying on an eiderdown' and 'oh Mother, tell me more' - even now Syd is piping at the gates Matilda... he will understand..... [sigh]

{{{flaming - best song ever... tear in the eye... listenning again after so many years...oh Ally, does anyone really understand...? }}}

Wednesday, 23rd May

Rainbows today. Lots of them. All day. Out on the swell. But no whales at all. And I bet not one chest of gold at the end of any of them. The end of the rainbows that is. Not sure about the whales. [sigh]

Thursday, 23rd May

Rainy. Sad to say yesterday was just the 22nd. Bought some new pencils. I wonder if it still rains in California. [sigh]

Monday, 27th May

Oh dear. I've been so deep in meditation, several days have passed. Sorry Dear Diary, I have so many things to think about and do. Sometimes I feel like I have a life outside Forumshire... not like the others... [sigh]

Whelsh girls

TUESDAY, 28th MAY


[sigh] The whales are back... oh how very much I'd love to be swimming out there beyond the surge... I don't know how I'm supposed to get through this week. Just keep breathing, right? It's okay.[sigh]

Do you ever just want to cry because your world is so fucked up and it's not getting better?

Yeah, I've been there. *hugs*

Good luck with whatever life is throwing at you Ally.

{{FWIW I sometimes find at such times that baiting Petty is even more satisfying than tears.}}