Today I went antiquing - which was nice, but tiring. There is much walking, squatting and bending around things to be done while antiquing!

( Oh-an-antiquing-we-shall-go! )

There are some moments, days or even weeks that make you just want to scream violently - and you should embrace those moments. It's incredibly relieving to scream at the top of your lungs, to show the world exactly just how deeply you're feeling - right down to the last molecule of air in your abused lungs. That, I say, is relief ( Read more... )

So, I have safely made it back home.

( Huzzah! )

I'll fight to the death to save a lost cause.

( But I won't let it bleed me alive. )

 I have many hatreds in this world, but most of them just have to do with sounds. Odd, right? Well, I'm an undiagnosed sufferer of Selective Sound Sensitivity Syndrome - look it up, and I'm pretty much a poster child for it. Awesome. But not really. It's a terrible, terrible thing that makes you want to physically harm pretty much the entire ( Read more... )