Starting a text-based blog would be a hell of a lot easier if I had a consulting detective as a flatmate, or a serial killer or something. Or if I was interesting or funny or even in any way entertaining. Or just, y'know, if anything ever actually happened in my life.
I suppose, no matter what I write in here, I'll be embarrassed in six months time reading it back, so it doesn't matter so much what I put because it'll cause emotional pain to read anyway. So, I guess I should write some sort of summary of myself which will make me cringe horrendously in a few weeks.
So, I'm Meg. I'm mostly Scottish. I fucking love owls, orange juice, Chinese food and a number of other things which will probably become apparent over time. I write a lot of really, really shit poetry and short stories which usually end up scrunched up and left to rot in my room or in the recycling bin. I have a girlfriend who washes dishes before putting them in the dishwasher and gives me all her clothes, she's fab.I like Sherlock (ie the British TV series), as may be apparent from the blog title (assuming that it is, in fact, A Study In Gay).I read a lot of books about misunderstood women with mental health issues - Girl Interrupted, The Bell Jar, A Room Of One's Own etc. Actually, I lied about A Room Of One's Own. I only read a few pages of it and the words were printed too small so I stopped. I'm well-practised in the art of meditation. I think this is because occasionally I'm just too lazy to think so I sit very still for a while and let my mind go blank and then BAM I'm meditating.
I think that's sort of it.
I suppose, no matter what I write in here, I'll be embarrassed in six months time reading it back, so it doesn't matter so much what I put because it'll cause emotional pain to read anyway. So, I guess I should write some sort of summary of myself which will make me cringe horrendously in a few weeks.
So, I'm Meg. I'm mostly Scottish. I fucking love owls, orange juice, Chinese food and a number of other things which will probably become apparent over time. I write a lot of really, really shit poetry and short stories which usually end up scrunched up and left to rot in my room or in the recycling bin. I have a girlfriend who washes dishes before putting them in the dishwasher and gives me all her clothes, she's fab.I like Sherlock (ie the British TV series), as may be apparent from the blog title (assuming that it is, in fact, A Study In Gay).I read a lot of books about misunderstood women with mental health issues - Girl Interrupted, The Bell Jar, A Room Of One's Own etc. Actually, I lied about A Room Of One's Own. I only read a few pages of it and the words were printed too small so I stopped. I'm well-practised in the art of meditation. I think this is because occasionally I'm just too lazy to think so I sit very still for a while and let my mind go blank and then BAM I'm meditating.
I think that's sort of it.
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