Shameless

I'm not often totally shameless (except perhaps, after I've had a few drinks). I like to think of myself as the shy, retiring type - although those who know me would likely totally disagree. I'm sorry, but I'm a publicity whore.

Please feel free to pop on over to the shiny Lesbian Lifestyle blog to nominate me for Best Lesbian Blog of 2006. I might cry if you don't.

In other news - my Sylvia Plath essay is sending me quite neurotic. In an extraordinary burst of creativity I did over half of it in an afternoon, who knows where it all came from. In punishment for my nerdiness, I've been given a mighty migraine, so apologies that this post is somewhat short. Typing in between throbs isn't nice at all.

My mother also keeps asking why I keep doing essays on feminism in literature. I just told her it's on the course (for the next 3 years). My mother hates feminism - it ends in the same letters are the hated lesbianism.