Greetings, other Kirsten Irving! Hewn from the same name tree, it would appear our lives have since swum very different canals. You (according to my search engine spewings) are now the illustrious Web Director
The walls are nearly buttbare, white excepting blu-tack stains, and boxes rally in the hall. Felt tip signposts tell us where clothes are stashed, where dvds, writing, ping pong bats have been flung in (and where
I am sorry, my fellow implausible redhead, to bind you in ballpoint. Blame the designer who muted your patchwork dress, made your carnival colours pastel and drew lines inviting writing across your limbs.