So I finished my first short story yesterday, just adding the finishing touches here and there. It's called 'Hunger Touch' and is basically a moral tale about not raping people cos Karma might just bite the fuck outta your ass. I'm pretty pleased to be honest. Sent it to my dad and he totally digs it too which is good. He told me not to show my mum though which I was thinking anyway. I mean she's liberal, but she's not THAT liberal. She'd be all worried that it was secretly about me being raped (which it's not, I've just used experiences and magnified them). I've been having some totally fucked up dreams man. Hangings and resurrections, babies throwing devil pentagram signs at me. Jeez. I think I should lay off the hash. I can't lose weight...I smoke too much I get real bad munchies then I cry when the scales hit 9st. Seeing Gav again tonight for films and bongzilla. Pretty nervous. He's older and quite direct and I know I can't wrap him round my finger which makes me not know how to act. I realise that I now sound like a total bitch. It's not that I do it to be a dick, I do it to protect myself. Anyway, this is getting too psychobabble. Peace :] xxx