I appear to be feeling better. I am rather glad about that. I’ve had a good weekend. Lots of films with FFG, lots of backgammon and chess and Family Guy and I went with the Jellicle Cat to see Alien vs predator – well worth it. We cooked together as well and we haven’t done … Read More
I love pickled eggs. I hate nightmares.
I’m not like other girls. Go on, how’s that for a nicely wrapped up in self notion to start off the emo-entry for today? The weird thing is, I’m oddly terrified of admitting that. I suspect, were I to get all Freudian I could prolly blame my parents, I embarrassed them a hell of a … Read More
I have no idea how to get up from this. I feel as if I am my own punching bag. Keep on talking, keep on walking and eventually this bloody pulp will find some sort of cliff to fall over. That way lay not good thoughts. I’m going round in circles and that hole I … Read More
Saw DS Luke’s blog… and wasn’t so happy anymore. RIP Heath Ledger as of two and a half hours ago.
So, interesting chicken and the egg situation that I can’t resolve. Do I become unhappy because I feel like I can’t say things or do I feel like I can’t say things because I’m unhappy? Anyway, I’m making myself write this because not blogging isn’t good for me (nor is excessive blogging but thats not … Read More
The Nymph texted me a few moments ago. ‘ Five little words that make me far too happy: Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland! Eeek!’ I responded with much squeeage. Oh… gods…. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Looking down at my arms (which have been truly hideous with excema recently) I observed, “Y’know, I really do heal quickly.” “Oh yes,” replies the Jellicle Cat. “And I’ve worked out why that is.” I nod, assuming he’s going to remark on how, because I’ve had excema my whole life my skin is just used … Read More
Yesterday the fact that the plumber had seen fit to remove all the compostables I had filled my compost bin with had me wandering off gods know where sobbing. I think I quite scared some of the kids playing in the back alley. I think that this gives a pretty good picture as to my … Read More
A boat, beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July – Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear – Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. She still haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving … Read More
