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I am having a Fat day. The kind where you can't go five minutes without thinking, 'My God I'm so fat' and wanting to puke up all your excess pounds. Or, failing that, hide away in some secluded place where no one, especially not yourself, will ever have to look at your fat. I hate feeling this way. I know I'm not excessively huge, but I'm hardly thin -- and certainly not what society finds acceptable -- but I try not to dwell on it, and think positively; I have a very cute face after all, which is something alot of people don't have. So I should be happy. Right? Well, not today. Definitely not. *sighs wearily*


And continuing with the whingy theme...I have discovered a new Pet Peeve. Does anyone else get extremely irritated when someone replies to a post you made, but never talks to you, just to some other random person, even though you have far more interesting things to say about the subject than the random person? At the moment I am thinking about a certain post I made in a community, where other people went on talking about things *I* love without listening to my comments, but I am hoping that the only reason I am so annoyed is because I am extremely defensive about my Neil Gaiman obsession/worship (I try not to pull a 'holier than thou' attitude with Tori, because I know that far too many Toriphiles think they're the only ones who 'really understand' and love her, but it's just so difficult with Neil. I've been in love with him since 1989, and unfortunately I do rather think I know just about everything there is to know about him. I bow to [livejournal.com profile] ragdoll's wisdom of course, because she actually KNOWS him, but as devoted fans go, I think I'm pretty high up there :) and I feel slighted and a bit hurt that I, with the superior knowledge and heartpounding love, am being ignored. Although of course I'd probably be annoyed anyway, as I hate being ignored. More than anything else in the world. So maybe you should just ignore that last rant. *G*


Bleaugh.


The woman who inspired the delightful Babar books died yesterday. She told the stories to her children, who in turn told their father and he wrote them down. I loved Babar when I was little, and I still do. I hope that children nowadays are still exposed to these wonderful books.


God, this is a depressing entry. Is anyone actually still reading this drivel?

Date: 2003-04-08 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trianne.livejournal.com
I am still reading this drivel, er charismatic, insightful and entertaining post! I love your mood icon, of course!!! How do you do mood icons??

And Babar the Elephant - aw. Was that French? I used to like the clothes they wore :)

Date: 2003-04-08 04:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angelislington.livejournal.com

My mood theme is 'Hobbit Boys', I can send it to you if you want. I really want a new one, as this one has far too much Elijiah (sorry Trinny ;-), but I can't remember how to install it now. *grins sheepishly*

Babar was indeed French -- he was turned into a perfect french gentleman by The Old Lady (who loved him very much) and he then went back to Africa to civilize his friends. But in a good way. *G* I absolutely adored the Babar books when I was growing up, they were always so gently humourous and full of great kindess. Great stuff. :)

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