Beaten up, again, naturally
The other evening. Cut a long story short, I got a belting again from a
stranger. The usual circumstances; I was in my cups, I imagine I got
mouthy at someone, and bob's yr uncle.The trouble is, I am annoying and
arrogant so it happens on occasion. Can't honestly remember what
totally occured other than a peeler wagging his finger and people
flying and lots of road. My shirt was such a mess I laughed I laughed
oh dear me.
Luckily I have a pack of Vanish!!!
I don't really know what happened as I say and I don't care, it's vague and feels (again) like i may have died. This has always been a problem for me as I am almost completely solipsistic so concepts of death are fairly alien. Like Susskind's death/ not death problem with the information paradox at the event horizon.
Anyway.
Now, I do not mind pain in the slightest, done right it is just so right and so punches and kicks are fine and quite good in a life affirming way.And the ... thing.... on my elbow was enormous and quite impressive. But bruised ears the next day hurt and the scabby blood cakes on it did not impress the course director I had to see that morning. He said nothing and I only offered my profile so you never know.
I am not, nor never have been, Melanii.
TV REVIEW TIME WITH YOUR HOST
No waste like home BBC2
In this show this dustbin lady goes round people's houses and she gives them gyp for flushing the bog after a piss and recycling and all that. And tonight she went to this flat of this homo couple and they got told off. To be fair they were fucking twats and they were begging for it. This small one reckoned this wool and cashmere coat was last season so he aimed it in the trash because he didn't want someone down the charity shop wearing it. The bitter pooves. And they dressed rubbish anyhow. like this:
so I don't know why they were so precious.
Made me cross to be queero. The show was quack quack oops.
It is my birthday on Saturday but I haven't celebrated it for some years now. Getting old denial or something.
Luckily I have a pack of Vanish!!!
I don't really know what happened as I say and I don't care, it's vague and feels (again) like i may have died. This has always been a problem for me as I am almost completely solipsistic so concepts of death are fairly alien. Like Susskind's death/ not death problem with the information paradox at the event horizon.
Anyway.
Now, I do not mind pain in the slightest, done right it is just so right and so punches and kicks are fine and quite good in a life affirming way.And the ... thing.... on my elbow was enormous and quite impressive. But bruised ears the next day hurt and the scabby blood cakes on it did not impress the course director I had to see that morning. He said nothing and I only offered my profile so you never know.
I am not, nor never have been, Melanii.
TV REVIEW TIME WITH YOUR HOST
No waste like home BBC2
In this show this dustbin lady goes round people's houses and she gives them gyp for flushing the bog after a piss and recycling and all that. And tonight she went to this flat of this homo couple and they got told off. To be fair they were fucking twats and they were begging for it. This small one reckoned this wool and cashmere coat was last season so he aimed it in the trash because he didn't want someone down the charity shop wearing it. The bitter pooves. And they dressed rubbish anyhow. like this:
so I don't know why they were so precious.
Made me cross to be queero. The show was quack quack oops.
It is my birthday on Saturday but I haven't celebrated it for some years now. Getting old denial or something.