This feels fantastic. In a pub enjoying a pint of bitter, tapping away on my iPod and giving a fuck what funny looks I get. Fifteen years now has passed since I bought a note pad and would scrawl things in it whilst enjoying a pint. Some of it was written in such a rush as to be rendered illegible. There is more beauty in a handwritten item on paper. I love my iPod. I write this and it's nicely produced and put through spellcheck. I do need to get into the habit of re reading and possibly re writing my blog entries but they flow out so enjoyably that I feel the moment has passed when I finish. I apologise for the shoddy editorial process,I.e. None.
I am becoming a foetus again in an egg and everyday I grow and form to one day re emerge as the new, next phase ME. I hope and believe that my blog entries will become more positive. With the positivity I hope will come the funny stuff. I am happy today. It's official. That could well be half my life gone. That sounds like a fair deal. Thirty six years climbing the ladder of society. Now thirty six years doing EXACTLY what the FUCK I want. People talk of me meeting someone else 'one day'. How could anyone want to be with me and accept me for the way I am. If there was someone, they'd have to be a brainless freak with low confidence issues. Not exactly setting myself up for admirers am I?. Hey Ladies, fancy being wrote about behind your back? Never kissed without me grimacing? Or ignored whilst I watch film after film?. If you have less teeth than eyes then form an orderly queue as I write about your flaws as if I am some authority on standards. 
.......I will die alone...so very alone.... As a group of ex's piss on my open coffin. Maybe that will preserve my corpse though and I will be resurrected as a loveless zombie without normal emotions. 
AKA Katy Price.