Here's 50 more things about beautiful me for all my admirers
I live in North Oxford.I grew up in North Oxford. I 've popped my address up on the blog so you can find me.
I need aesthetically beautiful surroundings, I wilt in a police cell.
Or jail.
Or a crummy council estate.
You'll never take me alive!
I love Walter Sickert and Oscar Wilde, and can see all the critics' unpardonable blunders and decode all the hidden messages in their Art, which only I am beautiful and sensitive enough to perceive because of my sensitive genius.
I cry very little, I don't think I ever collapse and cry, apart from when I am collared by the police and carted off to a cell, which is usually only afew times a year.
I fight my own battles, ignoring the advice of lawyers and police, neighbours, family etc. Vengeance is mine. Mwah ha ha.
I hear voices, the voices of the lost. I weep for them. They depend on me.
I hardly see my mother, she does nothing but betray me. How dare the bitch try to get me committed?
I'm happiest when on the internet 20 hours a day
I've been victim of alot of vendettas. More stalkers than hot dinners.I can't think why.
I 've only had one abusive lover, a manipulating narcissist psychopath, so selfish it was unbelievable. Ever since then I've made sure the boots on the other foot.
Revenge is important to me, I can never pretend I'm happy without scores being settled. I like to settle a couple of scores aday
I don't look for love. I trawl for it on the internet.
I'm creative, so I often need to stop and refuel, get afew days solitude, perhaps sleeping on stairwells or benches and wandering the streets of London asking kind strangers for money. I love this, I need to stay one step ahead of the cops, and I see it as productive, creative solitude, not desperation.
I have two degrees and two large, pendulous breasts.
I am not a conspiracy theorists, I have theories about conspiracies. There is alot of difference.
Yes, I have been in prison. It was part of my 'research', all right?
No more questions.
I deplore the baby boom generation, especially the women. Infact I hate women. All of them.
I am a genius whose casework research will change history as we know it.
I'm prone to underselling myself.
I haven't lost my marbles.
I'm often a peacemaker
I'm a Pisces, I need peace
Occasionally I'll fight if bored, due to some serious unresolved hurtful situations (I never got my revenge) thankfully it's rare, only afew times a morning, for afew hours at a time, and in the evenings and afternoons of course.
I can be my own worst enemy.
I'm old Catholic, I don't practice, but I am at home in Rome and I like hiding in churches.
I've been ruthlessly attacked by competitive researchers who're not up to the mark ( I told 'em so)
One jealous half sister who's always plotting
Murder casework doesn't worry me, I ghoulishly follow true crime stories to pick up handy tips.
The voices, of the lost, they are calling me. All the time thse days.
I'm curious at how people get worked up or freak out when I email them 50 times a day or call them at 4am.
I seem to have a gift for helping the lost.
I love silk stockings
Expensive underwear's a must.
Look at my tits. Go on.
I hate coarseness, yobbo culture, it has no justification, it's alot of noise.
I don't forgive a man who finds he doesn't love me, why should I? No we cannnot be friends you STALKING HARASSING BASTARD I'M COMING AFTER YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
I'm a liar , people open their eyes wide a wide at the sight and size of my lies.
I admit to a little light shoplifting.Money does not interest me. I am above such commonplace things.
There are 6 CCJs out against me, from the last year alone I owe just under £5k.I brush it off, money is not important to one of my sensitivities, I see credit card bills as evidence of stalking.
People call me the madwoman from Oxford, as I write this I'm starting to understand it.
Nosey parkers really annoy me; if you want to get to know me don't come snooping in like an elephant moseying about, reading my blog
Check my whopping norks.
I hate you all. Stop stalking me.
Jesus loves me.
Nobody else does though.
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