From: J Sent: 19 November 2002 10:44PM To: S Subject: Starting to feel the poison of remorse in my heart. Hey Sis — got the Spy Ear thingy this morning and can’t stop rubbing my thighs together with GLEE! (It makes a sound at a frequency that only other homos can hear — is the Sissy Song of Joy.) Now I have to wait until lunchtime … Continue reading Starting to feel the poison of remorse in my heart.
—–Original Message—– From: S Sent: Thursday, November 08, 2001 8:29 PM To: J Subject: No problems most of what I send is crap anyway, think of how much more time I’ll have to do some work. I feel really bad, but I had such trouble talking to mum, it took me over a week, I don’t really know why, just found I couldn’t pick up … Continue reading I think about people being dead all the time.
Sunday, 15 September 1996 1:37pm In on a Sunday Sis, all by myself. Just downed a vegetable roll from the health food shop over the road. You can tell it’s a health food shop ‘coz of the overpriced row of vitamins down the back. They also hand-write all the price tags to give it a “homey” feel. Friday drinks was a bit dull. I really … Continue reading Shut up, your bared souls are boring me.
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