Sneaking in without paying.

Hah! I got in again without having to change over and thus (like the great artist I am not) lose my ear. Hah!

Well, now I'm here, I'd better say something.
Don't you think piracy is more like sneaking into the opera without paying because your boyfriend's sister's best friend is the door bitch? Rather than stealing. Which is clearly is not, coz otherwise there wouldn't need to be a huge advertising campaign to try to convince everyone that it is. Surely?

I am in love with the name Sheila and with the name Shirley. I keep saying them to myself and grinning foolishly. Hopefully it's not just that I have a Sheila or a Shirley peeking through the windows into the world. Please. For the love of god, no more!
Oh, what's a couple extra.

I did once believe there was a limit to our number. Believed that, with the help of Modern Therapy, we all were known, named; neuroses agreed upon. Eight. Hah. Eight. Eight's such a nice number. So managable. So tidy. So SMALL. What a simple life it would be to be eight. How pleasant, how carefree, how easy. As for you multiples who number two, it's all he said, she said. Don't talk to me.

(Actually, I don't mean that. Please talk to me! Especially you two, the mirror brothers, you are both very interesting.)

This belongs in one of my other journals. Not here. This is supposed to be Relatively Sane.

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various polly, mostly shell *waves*