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[webbased msn]

This is the last time
That I will say these words
I remember the first time
The first of many lies
Sweep it into the corner
Or hide it under the bed
Say these things they go away
But they never do
Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried

Something I wasn't sure of
But I was in the middle of
Something I forget now
But I've seen too little of

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I no I don't mind

The last time
You fall on me for anything you like
Your one last line
You fall on me for anything you like
And years make everything alright
You fall on me for anything you like
And I know I don't mind

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Thursday, October 09, 2008
Poisoned Apple

Last  Minute Costume Ideas

Posted at 05:07 pm by fAiRy
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Sunday, December 12, 2004
bye for now...

nonsense poetry has a new home and  name. if you want the new url then email, im or ask and i will tell.

Posted at 01:29 pm by fAiRy
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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

ok. how am i meant to update this site and tell you whats going on  and post funky stories and fun pictures without being internet stalked by the now very ex bf? (ps his doing not mine. you now what i'm like) here is a little diagram of the last 20 visits to my site. do you recognise your own ISP?!! (pps i have a tracker inbuilt into the site. i know who's spying on me, oh and simon stop looking at porn. honestly on the school computers as well!) normally i wouldn't mind anyone checking me out, but come on, i think when you break someone's heart and leave them for dead by the roadside before speeding off ..running over the heart on the way just to make sure.. you don't get the luxury of reading their website... no? ok well notice the disturbing amounts of visits from bc.edu . (this is daytime visits. don't know about the home computer for apres school) wrong? yes, considering he broke up with me in a very 'hey, i'm bored, lets do a little heartbreaking ... nothing like a little alone time before during and after christmas' kinda way.

booo. i want to upload pics from amsterdam and tell you about working for the phantom of the opera premiere last night (there were famous people!!) . but sadly no, alas, i cannot. i am not allowed to. if you want to see the 89 pics from amsterdam ask and i'll invite you on ofoto.

just to tempt you... there is a picture of me sitting on a giant clog. its a must for all.

ac.uk 10:14:44 am 1 0:00
attbi.com 4:06:58 am 1 0:00
verizon.net    3:52:13 am 1 0:00
attbi.com    3:13:41 am 1 0:00
attbi.com    12:59:16 am 2 2:21
bc.edu 9:47:37 pm 2 0:36
bc.edu    7:11:34 pm 1 0:00
136.167.188.#    3:16:59 pm 1 0:00
attbi.com    1:19:01 pm 1 0:00
attbi.com    1:11:39 am 1 0:00
bc.edu 9:55:48 pm 1 0:00
bc.edu    7:34:19 pm 1 0:00
bc.edu    6:43:16 pm 1 0:00
ntli.net    3:53:20 pm 1 0:00
attbi.com    2:14:21 pm 1 0:00
193.63.184.# 3:16:38 pm 1 0:00
pmmc.com 9:41:47 pm 1 0:00
136.167.188.#    6:35:55 pm 1 0:00
159.92.101.#    11:31:46 am 1 0:00

Posted at 04:16 am by fAiRy
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Monday, November 29, 2004

to prevent internet stalkage for this week by certain people who shouldn't be looking at this page... i am saying goodbye for a bit and there will be no updates til the weekend. sorry kids!  call me or we can do the face to face thing instead til then. x

Posted at 07:15 am by fAiRy
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Thursday, November 25, 2004
completely heartbroken. sad, and crying real tears.

its all in the title guys. its all in the title.

ok, so i know i've been joking about it, but i never thought, or even entertained the notion of actually breaking up with the boy. because i loved him and when you love someone its with all your heart and you do whatever you can. but apparently maybe not.

turns out, the thanksgiving incident was a tip-of-the-iceberg affair with the rather brutal truth coming out in email form that lacked even the decency of a title. yes. he is in love with his ex girl friend and he never loved me because apparently he can't.

so there we go. the short version.

recieving that in my inbox, was, as you can imagine, a joy. and it suddenly occured to me. there is nothing more hurtful then someone telling you they don't love you. is there? no. i don't think so. ok, besides someone dying, obviously.

i think 'i don't love you' is the saddest thing you can have someone say. especially if you do, not in a say-all-the-time-but-don't-mean-it way, but in a John Donne poem way. yea. i know.

sleepy little fairy says:

like really, you give you heart to someone and they just rip it out and trample on it

Camille says:

i know, unfortunately there is not much to do about it

Camille says:

besides finding a subsitute

sleepy little fairy says:


Camille says:

or symbolic compensations: like work, shopping or eating disorders

Camille says:

not to mention drugs

Camille says:

           self indulgence seems the best solution

Posted at 04:32 am by fAiRy
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Monday, November 22, 2004
x votes counted poll closed x

well. what can i say. its that time of the monday afternoon when i realise that i could infact be on a plane right now, or at least on my way to LHR, soon to be reuinited with the 'bf' we use this term VERY lightly as you will soon discover. here is the story :

i had planned this secret shh-don't-tell-anyone-trip to see the boy. (who had, lets just put this straight, invited me to thanksgiving chez lui a while ago. we're talking months) I was pretty excited about it, mainly due to my love for sweet potatoes and the idea that i could actaully have a bread bowl of clam chowder and be happy forever and ever . i was told ticket prices (by HIM nonetheless), got told about airplane ticket sales, got advice from friends, and spoke abut it in an excited and secretive way with a glint in my eyes. came up with a plan, and even discussed it with the boy. so it was a plan, a plan that was about to materialse... a very exciting thing indeed. but, then what should happen? apart from ignoring me for the past few weeks, ok maybe days, who cares?, there is a distinct air of 'oh, um trip? what trip? ha haa nervous laughter... talk about something boring and unrelated... i  thought it was a fake trip... sorry you're disinvited'...and these fears were realised when on some rather pointless converesation he let it slip...'oh yea well i didn't realise the table was going to be so full this year'(translation : no room for you here. what were you thinking?) now this is a conversation that ended with something like 'sorry i have to go and mop my kitchen floor now' ... can this be right? or were my ears deceiving me? sadly no. this fairy isn't good enough, it would seem, for their unextendable table, not even to be shunted off to sit with the help. and placed quite unashamedly beneath 'mopping' as a priority.

so there is its kids.. the second disinvitation from him. what should i do? should i listen to mrs crock (aka the mummet) and kick him to the curb? or should i just pretend like its all ok, and go 'la-la-la' ? its interactive time here at nonsensepoetry... vote away and make my decision for me!

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Posted at 07:43 am by fAiRy
fairy kisses (4)  

Saturday, November 20, 2004
***its snowing outside as i write this***

as always, fairy fans, a fun-filled week (well. thats a lie. it wasn't all about the fun). my last hand-in work of the year was presented on wednesday and now its nothing but goodness to look forward to. Amsterdam in almost a week!! eep! so excited! but. almost died with the stress of having to write 2 essays both in within 2 days of each other. and yet, deep breath.. light some candles... take a bath.., here i am, living proof that it can be done. the week's outings have been of the laugh out loud variety: for example, discovering a new found love and respect for the walkabout. after meeting everyone in seminar room 1 where they had gate-crashed a post lecture free wine event, we moved onto bigger and better things ...which included cheesy chips with gravy and chicken wings... rock on! pictures below represent 'the greatest night ever'... as it became known to the insiders. ps. was the evening sponsired by JD and coke or was that all just a fleeting dream?!

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thea attacking a wary micheal polsineli

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joe is scared of thea

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i think mike might be too! she was trying to put her tongue in his ear.

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i like izzy's hair dark.

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davis and his black eye... classic. i'm just disappointed it wasn't me who gave it to him.

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gossip. and lots of it.

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i didn't think michael smoked... but.. look at the cool way he inhales... he must be a natural.

Posted at 06:39 am by fAiRy
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Sunday, November 07, 2004
bonfire night ! fireworks!


sunday 7th : i cried in the OC again. ugh its just so goood. poppin you'd have been proud! yes! i am capable of feeling emotion! i DO have a heart! then didn't leave the house til 6 as spent the day in my pjs watching more tv and knitting BYF's scarf. left at 6 to ..  shock horror ..  go for a run! in st james' park which i have decided is going to become a regular fixture.

saturday 6th : note to self: do not go shopping on a saturday. it is never a good idea. bonfire night ! fire and fireworks at battersea  park.... lots of fun! i wore my wooly hat and scarf (no gloves. i need a bit of glove action) and drunk mulled wine..  hurrah! being south of the river scared me a little though and i was happy to be on the 77 back.

friday 5th : t thea nack and will's par tay ... the usual naughtiness raging through the night ...  a few fights, some impromtu fireworks... sparker duels... honey flavoured vodka... plenty of drunkards.  followed by full english breakfast at titanic cafe at about 1 the next afternoon. YUM. i love hash browns. they are too good.

Posted at 03:48 am by fAiRy
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