i adore her tart abrasion.

after recent, dreary, humourless months at girlchat.

a never-ending succession of fusty, long-winded, pointless, intellectually pretentious posts.

many written by me.

futile, pathetic attempts to displace moods of anger and existential despair.

suddenly - refreshing blasts of fresh air.

a vibrant voice of girlhood seeking out and scooping into our crusty nooks, crannies and crevices.

this is what we collectively need - to be shaken, stirred and shrived.

[bacchanalia in the aaaa household today.

drunken, dithyrambic, disinhibition.

marking re-energisation.]