Kivea

Just want to say, I'll be deleting Drag Queen Drama (something I should've done a while ago) because my friend published it on a self-publishing site for a present. If you want to find it, it's on lulu . com as Boyish Secrets by Kate Hill. Thanks to anyone who read it, glad you enjoyed it.

Okay, so, I went to Egypt for my holiday with my brother and mother for about a week, and I have learned several important things, the main one being not to fly with Air France. When going on a connecting flight, I have never EVER had to go through Security AGAIN, at least not to that extent. There was ques, and painfully long inspections, and the security joking about the fact that I could bring a gun through (I had a pistol on my shirt, after the initial fear of them thinking I had a gun I didn't find it as funny as they did. I think that was the point). But anyway, after the painful first leg to Paris, and the painful food I had to endure

I'm currently cleaning out room room to move in with my brother, and I've noticed what a pack rat I am. Half the shit I don't want to throw away is either one of those really pointless gifts that have no purpose other than to collect dust and take up space but 'it was a gift' so it has sentimental(?) value, or I've had for-fucking-ever. I got rid of all my posters, mainly for 'moving out' of the rebellious stage, and I kinda ripped the ones of naked girls by accident and figured if they went the rest where. Kinda sad about it, though I was happy to BURN the blink posters when I ripped one off the wall and five more fell on me. So glad there'