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Thank you! It’s my fear of messing up that holds me back (the same reason I stopped painting), which I know is stupid because if you don’t put pen to paper for fear of making something bad, you’ll never write anything good. I’m trying to paint more too, I am determined to finish my self-portrait this year.

Nothing helpful to add, I just want to say that I’m rooting for you and I hope a happy new job comes your way.

I was going to say ‘starting my new job next week’ but I really mean ‘quitting my old job next week’. I would have chewed off my own leg to escape so I really hope my new job is happier. Good luck with the surgery! I get a lot of sinus pain in the cold months and I know it is no fun at all.

I thought ‘3 degrees sounds bearable’ and then I Googled and realised you meant Fahrenheit. Jesus, I would die.

Aw, for weeks I have missed posting in SNS and now I’m here and I feel like I have nothing to say. Um, I quit my job for one that I hope will be less stressful and I’m scared but cautiously optimistic? The guy who was keen to date me and who I tentatively started to develop feelings for turned out to be an emotionally

I am Ready. Lindy is my favourite Jezebel writer of all time and I miss her. She gave us ‘cockblocktopus’.

Please tell Marzipan that I love her.

I have recently been spectacularly dicked around by a guy who I like and who told me he wanted to date me, right up until the point where he ghosted me and then started getting very fucking pally with a new woman. It has been horrible since I don’t take chances on guys very often and I’ve spent the last few weeks

I guarantee you that if I ever become famous, my mother will be down the Daily Mail’s offices within twenty minutes. Exclusive: The Truth About My Shithead Daughter!

This feels like the right place for some William Snekspeare art:

I’ve really enjoyed Frankie Boyle’s political stuff. I went off him eventually around the end of his time on Mock the Week, where he just seemed to be, in the words of Stewart Lee, mocking the weak. Now he’s got worthier targets, it’s a lot better.

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I’m really sad I missed their radio show but I have enjoyed clips on Youtube:

In my experience, this particular type of person (see: Donald Trump) always has to have the last fucking word even if it means shooting themselves in the foot. Their egos simply won’t permit a dignified silence.

Does anyone else find that their mental illness(es) makes it very hard for them to trust their gut? I am so prone to second-guessing myself. I think I have pretty good instincts where people are involved but I always struggle with listening to my inner voice because it’s usually saying ‘Everyone secretly hates you and

Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, Roy.

This sums up my feelings. I’ve had a terrible 2017 (and 2016 and 2015 to be honest) but I have grudgingly made my peace with the fact that sometimes nice things happen to people even when everything is objectively terrible.

I am but a one-woman sample but I suffer from a chronic pain-causing illness and I am a gigantic shrieking baby when I get colds and viruses. It’s partly because my illness means I get colds more easily and they last longer, and partly because I have very limited reserves of energy and now I gotta waste them on

These are loaded questions