September 2010
19 posts
I despair...
I am all for things left UNSAID. There is no need for some much venom and hate to be thrown around all the time.
On a possi note, Maddison is back from her holiday this week - I’ve missed her like mad, and trying to do a fraction of her job has nearly sent me over the edge.
I’ve been given a press release to do, so I better get back to writing that…
Peace be with you.
I realised last night where my breaking point was. I also realised that I’ve grown out of these places. How sad.
The Past...
… has an awful tendency to come up and whoop you in the ass.
Birthdays
There is one time of year I loath more than Christmas.
My Birthday.
Two years ago my Uncle Dan had a massive heart attack, Mum and Tatts went to Wales to see him, and left me on my own.
Last year, we lost our house. The original Chez Bean, and the one place I felt genuinely happy… I was about to turn 21, and had no where to stay, my Mum was staying with her boyfriend, my sister with her...
The finest of lines.
Stick this opinion in your pipe and smoke it…
I’ve seen blogs dedicated to the re-posting of vagina’s, including the blogger’s own vajay-jay.
I’m all for freedom of expression, and understand the subjectivity of ‘Art’, but 100 pages of ‘models’ with their minges out? I think not.
There is a very fine line between ‘Art’ and...
Pfft.
I’m trying so hard not to let you take up 80% of my brain. But it’s hard to remind myself not to think of you…
Now what...?
It dawned on me whilst coughing my guts up, that I’ve not met anyone who has sparked my curiosity in a long time… Someone with an articulate and strong opinion, a hunger for debate. Persons with a desire to hear another point of view and learn new things about the world around them… I used to know lots of people like that, but over the years the passion has died. Or maybe it is...
