Ok I wasnt going to write a follow up blog to my last one but I have had a few reoccuring questions about it so I thought I would explain more on here.
When it comes to telling the police you need proper, fresh evidence. On the night of November that I blogged about I was at a party and in a house that I couldnt leave until morning as I had no way to get home. The only thing I could really do was clean myself up and wait until morning before I could leave. Sadly that ruined any evidence of the attack with the exception of witnesses of both of us being missing from the party at the same time. This person had also been reported to the police in the past for touching girls and managed to get away with it due to his family providing him with alibis and bailing him out. I would just be portrayed as a slut who had had too much to drink. (I was only slightly tipsy btw not drunk).
And in relation to questions about his whereabouts, he is in Belfast at the moment. He has taken to moving between here and the USA and after the event in November he moved over to the USA for a few months. During that time he got in trouble with the police and another girl but he managed to escape charges, again. I still keep track of him because I like to know if he is in Ireland or not so I dont have to worry about running into him.
I'm really sorry that I didnt tell anyone sooner but I simply couldnt. Even if I was frightened of speaking out I also had myself to deal with. It was difficult to think about, let alone talk about. The one or two people who I told know exactly how difficult it was. The mention of it out loud sent me into tremors and I had to inform them of the rest of my story in writing. It was impossible to talk about in person. I suffered from flash backs and I found being touched or having sexual comments made towards me very difficult to deal with. I found emotions difficult and even letting other people close to me was impossible.
For those of you who dont know I suffer from type 1 bipolar disorder and during this time my mood spiraled into a very severe depression. I didnt really eat or sleep and basically refused to get out of bed or the sofa every day. My manic episodes were filled with flashbacks and irritably. I wasnt very pleasant to live with and I remained that way until after Christmas and around February.
There is an upside to all this though. I am fine now. I managed to recover, very slowly but I managed. One of the first things I did to help that process was cut off my once long red hair and dye it back to my natural dark brown. It is a simple thing but after having my abuser tell me how much he loved my hair and he pulled it regulary, I was more than happy to be rid of it. So I tied it in a pony tail one day and simply cut it off myself. I've had it styled since then but that was the beginning. I also added more piercings to my collection in a small attempt to claim my body back for myself. I wasnt allowed too many peircings before. I've also learned that I can have emotions for other people. I didnt think that would be possible to get back. I even managed to quit self harming, which has been a secret vice of mine for the last three years or so to help me deal with what was happening. I figured that if a certain person ever saw me with cuts after all of this he would win somehow. So I quit and the scars are fading.
I'll always feel grateful for that person who had to put up with me through out those months. She gave me something to get out of bed for and kept me company via phone for entire days. She even helped me over come my problems with being touched and even though we're not in a relationship any more I'll always feel grateful for everything because if it wasnt for her I would probably still be a depressed mess who is living on their sofa in their dressing gown. She taught me what I relationship is supposed to be like and that I was worth someone's time and effort.
I know that is a bit of a sappy ending but this is more of a documentation of my recovery process over the last seven months and that is part of it. No one needs to worry about me any more due to the things I mentioned in my previous blog. It's over. It is done with. I have a new life and I'm fixed. I just needed to write another blog on this subject in case some of you think that I am still depressed and crazy over it. I assure you I am not. This is just telling the story of the aftermath.
Saturday, 28 July 2012
Thursday, 26 July 2012
The End of My Silence.
Ok I wasnt sure whether to make these things public or not. I have only shared them with a small handful of people but after reading the story about Savannah Dietrich and her rape I felt inspired to share my story, not just for me but to let others know that there is someone like this out there. I'm not the only one who has suffered under this person either. I have never shared these details due to this person threatening me with both physical harm, being sued and their very chavy, thug family. His name his James William Harris. He is my ex-boyfriend, and before anyone thinks I am a crazy ex who is trying to get back at someone months later I can assure you that I am not. I have the scars and witnesses to prove it. I am perfectly alright with dealing with breakups, I've had a few and I am rather mature when it comes to dealing with them. I wont just tell my story, I'll share what he has done to others as well.
I was in a relationship with him for seven years and over that time I suffered extensive abuse which was psychological, physical and sexual. I wasnt allowed to see my friends (if any of my uni mates are reading this it is the reason why I havent really been out with you guys until recently), I would have my phone confiscated from me the moment I was in the house, I wasnt allowed to wear certain items of clothing, I wasnt allowed to go more than a few hours without talking to him, I was accused of sleeping with my friends and random strangers, I was called names ranging from bitch to things like cunt or slut, he would try to stop me from seeing my family and tell me lies about my friends and family to make me angry at them so I wouldnt want to talk to them any more, he wouldnt let me get medical treatment and would tell me that my mental illness was just something I made up to make him feel guilty for how he treated me. When my rabbit died he told me "you expect me to care about your pain? It was just a pet it isnt like you lost a child". I would be expected to make his dinner every day and if I had to spend a day with my family he would claim to be starving to death because I wasnt there to feed him. I wasnt allowed to leave the bedroom while he was talking to people in other rooms of the house and I failed several uni exams because he wouldnt let me study. I had to do uni work in his presance and still be expected to make his food and give sex on demand.
As well as that list of emotional things I was subject to: being choked with a chain, being cornered and threatened to be punched in the face, having his initials carved into my stomach, being tied up & left on the floor, having my clothes cut up, having my hair pulled, he sprained my wrist, slapped me across the face and having my shoulder sprained from being twisted behind my back.
I dont want to go into too much detail about the sexual abuse. I hate doing it but since I was inspired to do this by the story of a rape victim I think I might share some of it, but not in graphic detail. While with him I was expected to have sex, whether i wanted to or not. He's even done it while I was asleep. I can officially say that I have been raped that many times that even being touched today makes me mentally shut off and "go to my happy place". The worst case was on Saturday the 5th of November 2011. I was at a friends party and me and him were already split up and he had a new girlfriend. Because he had someone I didnt mind sharing that I liked someone and that I was thinking about asking them out. A few hours later I went to the bathroom and while I was washing my hands he came in and told me that he wanted me and that it would be his last chance before I got someone else. I told him no and that i didnt like him in that way and I reminded him that he had a girlfriend. That didnt matter. I was taken by force and I couldnt scream as he threatened to hit me and I didnt want my friend finding me in such a position. He admitted days afterward that what he did was wrong and I was threatened to keep my mouth shut, it has tormented me ever since, I even get flash backs and I have no evidence to report it to any one. I only have scars from the physical abuse.
I know a lot of you are going to wonder why I put up with such abuse before he kicked me out but it is hard to explain, if anyone has went through an abusive relationship before you will understand what I mean. It is almost impossible to get away.
This isnt just about me. I'm not the only one and I wont give out the names of the other people. But I'll give you a list with nicknames of people he has hurt that I have witnessed or heard about.
Con guy: This person was a man that my ex met at a convention. He was gay and James flirted with him, kissed him and led him on to the point that this man broke up with his boyfriend for him. After he destroyed that relationship James told him that he really didnt have feelings for him and that he was only messing around.
Internet girl: This woman was american, married and had children. She met James through rping and he started flirting with her. The two then started to form an online relationship and he even told her that he loved her and the two exchanged sexual images etc. He did this only so she would send him things he wanted off ebay and amazon, which he convinced her to order for him. He had her so infatuated with him that she did was she was told and spent hundreds of dollars on him. She even left her husband as she claimed to be that in love with James. He then just stopped talking to her.
Model(s): Over his time as a photographer there have been several models who have came forward and accused him of touching them inappropriately and making unprofessional comments to them while on photo-shoots.
Girl: This one happened at a party where he pinned her to a bed and told her that she is only gay because she hasnt had good enough sex with a man. She shoved him off but she was shaken up.
Others: I've also heard stories, from him, that he has been accused of other indecient things with women and girls to the point of being questioned by the police.
I am not making these things public as revenge of any kind. I personally believe that success and happiness is the best kind of revenge, but I needed to share my story somewhere. It was building up inside me that I just had to let others know that there is someone out there who is like that. I am not being threatened into silence any longer. A person who does things like that shouldnt have a happy ever after while the people that they hurt are left hating themselves, frightened and dealing with the emotional trauma that comes with such abuse. I have to live with it every day. I wish I had left him a long time ago and I am stronger from what I have been through. No one should have to put up with such treatment and I am glad to say that I am mainly recovered from it. This is the last step. Breaking the silence.
I was in a relationship with him for seven years and over that time I suffered extensive abuse which was psychological, physical and sexual. I wasnt allowed to see my friends (if any of my uni mates are reading this it is the reason why I havent really been out with you guys until recently), I would have my phone confiscated from me the moment I was in the house, I wasnt allowed to wear certain items of clothing, I wasnt allowed to go more than a few hours without talking to him, I was accused of sleeping with my friends and random strangers, I was called names ranging from bitch to things like cunt or slut, he would try to stop me from seeing my family and tell me lies about my friends and family to make me angry at them so I wouldnt want to talk to them any more, he wouldnt let me get medical treatment and would tell me that my mental illness was just something I made up to make him feel guilty for how he treated me. When my rabbit died he told me "you expect me to care about your pain? It was just a pet it isnt like you lost a child". I would be expected to make his dinner every day and if I had to spend a day with my family he would claim to be starving to death because I wasnt there to feed him. I wasnt allowed to leave the bedroom while he was talking to people in other rooms of the house and I failed several uni exams because he wouldnt let me study. I had to do uni work in his presance and still be expected to make his food and give sex on demand.
As well as that list of emotional things I was subject to: being choked with a chain, being cornered and threatened to be punched in the face, having his initials carved into my stomach, being tied up & left on the floor, having my clothes cut up, having my hair pulled, he sprained my wrist, slapped me across the face and having my shoulder sprained from being twisted behind my back.
I dont want to go into too much detail about the sexual abuse. I hate doing it but since I was inspired to do this by the story of a rape victim I think I might share some of it, but not in graphic detail. While with him I was expected to have sex, whether i wanted to or not. He's even done it while I was asleep. I can officially say that I have been raped that many times that even being touched today makes me mentally shut off and "go to my happy place". The worst case was on Saturday the 5th of November 2011. I was at a friends party and me and him were already split up and he had a new girlfriend. Because he had someone I didnt mind sharing that I liked someone and that I was thinking about asking them out. A few hours later I went to the bathroom and while I was washing my hands he came in and told me that he wanted me and that it would be his last chance before I got someone else. I told him no and that i didnt like him in that way and I reminded him that he had a girlfriend. That didnt matter. I was taken by force and I couldnt scream as he threatened to hit me and I didnt want my friend finding me in such a position. He admitted days afterward that what he did was wrong and I was threatened to keep my mouth shut, it has tormented me ever since, I even get flash backs and I have no evidence to report it to any one. I only have scars from the physical abuse.
I know a lot of you are going to wonder why I put up with such abuse before he kicked me out but it is hard to explain, if anyone has went through an abusive relationship before you will understand what I mean. It is almost impossible to get away.
This isnt just about me. I'm not the only one and I wont give out the names of the other people. But I'll give you a list with nicknames of people he has hurt that I have witnessed or heard about.
Con guy: This person was a man that my ex met at a convention. He was gay and James flirted with him, kissed him and led him on to the point that this man broke up with his boyfriend for him. After he destroyed that relationship James told him that he really didnt have feelings for him and that he was only messing around.
Internet girl: This woman was american, married and had children. She met James through rping and he started flirting with her. The two then started to form an online relationship and he even told her that he loved her and the two exchanged sexual images etc. He did this only so she would send him things he wanted off ebay and amazon, which he convinced her to order for him. He had her so infatuated with him that she did was she was told and spent hundreds of dollars on him. She even left her husband as she claimed to be that in love with James. He then just stopped talking to her.
Model(s): Over his time as a photographer there have been several models who have came forward and accused him of touching them inappropriately and making unprofessional comments to them while on photo-shoots.
Girl: This one happened at a party where he pinned her to a bed and told her that she is only gay because she hasnt had good enough sex with a man. She shoved him off but she was shaken up.
Others: I've also heard stories, from him, that he has been accused of other indecient things with women and girls to the point of being questioned by the police.
I am not making these things public as revenge of any kind. I personally believe that success and happiness is the best kind of revenge, but I needed to share my story somewhere. It was building up inside me that I just had to let others know that there is someone out there who is like that. I am not being threatened into silence any longer. A person who does things like that shouldnt have a happy ever after while the people that they hurt are left hating themselves, frightened and dealing with the emotional trauma that comes with such abuse. I have to live with it every day. I wish I had left him a long time ago and I am stronger from what I have been through. No one should have to put up with such treatment and I am glad to say that I am mainly recovered from it. This is the last step. Breaking the silence.
Friday, 20 April 2012
Our Truth
The Rules of the Game
1. You must post these rules.
2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves on their blog.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them on the post.
5.
No tag backs and you legitimately have to tag 11 people. (I dont know 11 bloggers so that's a no to this point]]
1. I've studied three martial arts: Jujitsu, Karate and boxing.
2. I have bipolar disorder (type II). I not normally that bad but I do go through the occasional very yo-yo emotional day.
3. I spent seven years studying ballet, during which time I preformed on stage twice. I quit when I took up karate.
4.I'm very easily bored.
5.I can play guitar and violin. The violin is my instrument of choice though.
6. I am a slob and the more distracted and busy I am the bigger slob I become. I only really clean when I'm bored.
7. I was able to read before I started primary school and when I started secondary school I was told to slow down because I was reading their A-level material when I was first year.
.I used to work in a morgue.
9. I'm a silver medal archer. It is the only sport I am actually good at.
10.I usually have my nails painted at all times.
11.I have an addiction to cheesestrings.
11 Questions From Immie!
1. What's your theme song?
At the moment I would say Part of Me by Katy Perry.
2. What's your favourite thing about yourself and why?
2. What's your favourite thing about yourself and why?
My eyes. They are big and bright green.
3. Who do you look up to in the blogging world?
3. Who do you look up to in the blogging world?
No one really. I dont follow that many blogs
4. If aliens landed on earth and asked you to show them the wonders of the Earth, where would you take them first?
4. If aliens landed on earth and asked you to show them the wonders of the Earth, where would you take them first?
I would be wondering why they would be asking me of all people.
5. What's your favourite memory from the past year?
5. What's your favourite memory from the past year?
To be honest I dont have a favourite memory this year. The parts of my year that were good were all equally good, but now that I think about it I would say last Valentines Day.
6. What resolution have you completed so far, if any?
I made a resolution a few months ago to rebuild myself and I have done it, for the most part. I still have a few little things to fix but no one is perfect.
7. What's your worst bad habit?
7. What's your worst bad habit?
I have been told that I have quite a few so it would be either be: Forgetting to sleep, occasionally smoking, forgetting to talk because I get too lost in my head, not eating and a few others that I'm not writing down.
8. If you could be fluent in any language, what would it be?
8. If you could be fluent in any language, what would it be?
Japanese or German. I know a bit of both but being fluent would be brilliant.
9. How would you describe yourself?
9. How would you describe yourself?
Eccentric and creative would be the two words I would probably pick. I'm also a tad anti-social and quiet, but once I'm comfortable around a person shutting me up can be a difficult.
10. If you could time travel, when would you go first?
10. If you could time travel, when would you go first?
Victorian England to go clothes shopping and wander around London.
11. What do you want from life?
11. What do you want from life?
I'm not sure what I want exactly, but my aim would probably be to get a flat in London, write a few books and maybe get a dog, just because I dont feel safe without a dog in the house.
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Memo: Reading List
I have a bad habit of buying books that I never get around to reading so I making a note of my reading list here so it will be saved somewhere. So here's the list of the books I am currently reading/re-reading/planning to read:
The Woman in Black (Susan Hill)
The Green Mile (Stephen King)
IT (Stephen King)
InkHeart (Cornelia Funke)
InkSpell (Cornelia Funke)
InkDeath (Cornelia Funke)
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan (Lisa See)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Ken Kesey)
Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice)
The Vampire Lestat (Anne Rice)
The Queen of the Damned (Anne Rice)
The Tale of the Body Thief (Anne Rice)
Memnoch the Devil (Anne Rice)
The Vampire Armand (Anne Rice)
Merrick (Anne Rice)
Blood and Gold (Anne Rice)
Blackwood Farm (Anne Rice)
Blood Canticle (Anne Rice)
Pandora (Anne Rice)
Vittorio the Vampire(Anne Rice)
Red Dragon (Thomas Harris)
The Silence of the Lambs (Thomas Harris)
Hannibal (Thomas Harris)
Hannibal Rising (Thomas Harris)
And I'll re-read the Sherlock Holmes collection as well while I'm at it.
The Green Mile (Stephen King)
IT (Stephen King)
InkSpell (Cornelia Funke)
InkDeath (Cornelia Funke)
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan (Lisa See)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Ken Kesey)
The Queen of the Damned (Anne Rice)
The Tale of the Body Thief (Anne Rice)
Memnoch the Devil (Anne Rice)
The Vampire Armand (Anne Rice)
Merrick (Anne Rice)
Blood and Gold (Anne Rice)
Blackwood Farm (Anne Rice)
Blood Canticle (Anne Rice)
Pandora (Anne Rice)
Vittorio the Vampire(Anne Rice)
Red Dragon (Thomas Harris)
Hannibal (Thomas Harris)
Hannibal Rising (Thomas Harris)
And I'll re-read the Sherlock Holmes collection as well while I'm at it.
Thursday, 5 April 2012
Project Eat Alone
This is a bit of a personal growth project of mine that I have been working on the last few weeks and I thought I would write a blog about it. I have trying to overcome my fear of eating by myself. I know it sounds like I am trying to be a loner but to be honest up until recently if I was by myself and hungry I just simply would not eat. I guess I have a bit of a fear of what people would think of me if I sat in a restaurant or cafe alone, so when I am out and occupied I would usually make a meal out of snacks on the go rather than stop and eat something properly.
Lately though I have been working on adapting to doing things on my own. I have ventured into a few cafes for lunch with only a notebook and my phone for company. I even managed to eat an entire lunch in Bishops chippie today completely alone. I was proud of myself.
I know it is a bit strange to be proud of being alone but it does take a conscious effort for me to savour my own solitude. I am used to depending on people and being supervised so being by myself is a bit of a personal achievement.
...And before anyone starts thinking that I am lonely or anything like that I'm not. I still have people to talk to. I just need to practice alone time properly.
I dont know if anyone else can relate to a fear of eating alone, but I just hope this blog makes some sense.
Lately though I have been working on adapting to doing things on my own. I have ventured into a few cafes for lunch with only a notebook and my phone for company. I even managed to eat an entire lunch in Bishops chippie today completely alone. I was proud of myself.
I know it is a bit strange to be proud of being alone but it does take a conscious effort for me to savour my own solitude. I am used to depending on people and being supervised so being by myself is a bit of a personal achievement.
...And before anyone starts thinking that I am lonely or anything like that I'm not. I still have people to talk to. I just need to practice alone time properly.
I dont know if anyone else can relate to a fear of eating alone, but I just hope this blog makes some sense.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Fashion Tag
Lately I have been feeling a little girly and a bit of a clothes horse so as an excuse to write about clothes and fashion I decided to answer the questions in the blog fashion tag.
What's your favourite fashion accessory?
At the moment it would probably be my fedora or read & black cravat. Also I rarely leave the house without my trusty navy scarf. It has been a bit too warm lately for scarfs though. I miss it.
Who's your fashion role model?
I dont have one. There has been no one that I really look to as a fashion role model.
What do you always carry with you?
Quirky, unique or masculine, it really depends on my mood. One day I could be wearing a pink Alice in Wonderland t-shirt with matching rabbit hair accessories (yes I love that outfit) and the next day I could be wearing a man's shirt with matching waistcoat, braces and tie. The best way that I can describe my style is that I treat my wardrobe like a dress up box and I have costumes for all my moods. I really dont care what people think. I have a strange dress sense.
What's your favourite? Jeans, sunglasses or heels?
Jeans! I live in them. I dont wear heels as I think they are impractical unless it is a formal occasion and I love sunglasses, when the weather allows me to wear them.
What is your favourite fashion store?
I dont have one. I shop everywhere and anywhere. I even shop in the men's department and second hand stores.
What is your favourite fabric in clothing?
Probably cotton as it can be used in everything and I live in t-shirts when I'm feeling lazy.
Who are your favourite designers?
I dont pay attention to designers, as long as the clothes look good I dont care.
Who or what inspires your style?
Everything from books, television, manga and history. Like I said my wardrobe is a dress up box. At the moment my biggest influence would be 19th century men's fashion. I love Victorian clothes in general but because the women's fashion isn't really practical to wear every day I settle for dressing as a man. Another two main influences are Sherlock Holmes and Alice in Wonderland. I also cosplay and it isnt rare for cosplay items to find their way into my everyday wardrobe, such as my Grell coat and the red waistcoat I bought for my Cheshire Cat Grell cosplay (which I am wearing today). It all really depends what I am into at the time.
Would you choose to buy something high quality or make it yourself if you could?
I am horrible at sewing, mainly because I have no patience, but I have worn a few accessories that I have made myself and items that I have customized. And I'm not usually one for expensive clothes but the long black coat that I wear almost everyday is the most expensive item in my wardrobe. I'm not giving out the price, but it was worth it for something high quality...and it goes with my navy scarf.
What's your favourite fashion accessory?
At the moment it would probably be my fedora or read & black cravat. Also I rarely leave the house without my trusty navy scarf. It has been a bit too warm lately for scarfs though. I miss it.
Who's your fashion role model?
I dont have one. There has been no one that I really look to as a fashion role model.
What do you always carry with you?
- A note book
- Fountain pen
- Purse
- Mobile phone
- I-pod
- Mints/Chewing gum
- Lip stick / Lip stain / Lip balm
- Cigarette case & Lighter. (I've quit but if stressed/drunk they're back in use)
Quirky, unique or masculine, it really depends on my mood. One day I could be wearing a pink Alice in Wonderland t-shirt with matching rabbit hair accessories (yes I love that outfit) and the next day I could be wearing a man's shirt with matching waistcoat, braces and tie. The best way that I can describe my style is that I treat my wardrobe like a dress up box and I have costumes for all my moods. I really dont care what people think. I have a strange dress sense.
What's your favourite? Jeans, sunglasses or heels?
Jeans! I live in them. I dont wear heels as I think they are impractical unless it is a formal occasion and I love sunglasses, when the weather allows me to wear them.
What is your favourite fashion store?
I dont have one. I shop everywhere and anywhere. I even shop in the men's department and second hand stores.
What is your favourite fabric in clothing?
Probably cotton as it can be used in everything and I live in t-shirts when I'm feeling lazy.
Who are your favourite designers?
I dont pay attention to designers, as long as the clothes look good I dont care.
Who or what inspires your style?
Everything from books, television, manga and history. Like I said my wardrobe is a dress up box. At the moment my biggest influence would be 19th century men's fashion. I love Victorian clothes in general but because the women's fashion isn't really practical to wear every day I settle for dressing as a man. Another two main influences are Sherlock Holmes and Alice in Wonderland. I also cosplay and it isnt rare for cosplay items to find their way into my everyday wardrobe, such as my Grell coat and the red waistcoat I bought for my Cheshire Cat Grell cosplay (which I am wearing today). It all really depends what I am into at the time.
Would you choose to buy something high quality or make it yourself if you could?
I am horrible at sewing, mainly because I have no patience, but I have worn a few accessories that I have made myself and items that I have customized. And I'm not usually one for expensive clothes but the long black coat that I wear almost everyday is the most expensive item in my wardrobe. I'm not giving out the price, but it was worth it for something high quality...and it goes with my navy scarf.
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Life Update
It really has been a while since I last updated, mainly because I have been so busy trying to get my life sorted. (A.k.a rping) Things have changed quite dramatically since last time I posted. I now have an internship with InsideIreland and I am currently both working for them as a tourism journalist and as a website developer. So yes, I am actually getting somewhere in the writing business. I just have to tolerate not getting paid for two months until they decide if they want to keep me or not. Things are going well there though, everyone seems to like me and I earned myself this Monday off my repairing a HTML problem with their website that no one else could fix. Usually I am dreadful at coding inside university but outside of exams and classwork the stuff seems to work in my head.
and chimeys of buildings just as old as the one I work in. I have a bit of a thing for old buildings, so I am happy. I even be able to blog more as I am free to both write and blog at work.
I am also in love with my new office. The building I work in is an old victorian terrace and crows are nesting in the roof just above my desk. I get distracted by watching them. The view from the window itself is equally lovely, well to me anyway, it is of abandoned buildings and mainly roofs
and chimeys of buildings just as old as the one I work in. I have a bit of a thing for old buildings, so I am happy. I even be able to blog more as I am free to both write and blog at work.
On another happy note, I am no longer single and I havent been for a number of months. I could write a rather longwinded paragraph about her but the best way to discribe her is that, she's the Watson to my Holmes. I'm not very good at discussing things like this so I might leave it at that. ...But we are going to see the new Avengers movie while cosplaying Ironman and Captain America. If any of you are following me on tumblr you have probably been enduring all my StevexTony slash. Sorry about that.
And on a final note I got my hair cut, again. It is going to take me a while to get used to the shorter length but I like it.
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