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So there I was sitting on the bus listening to Sgt Peppers with tears rolling down my face. I havent listened to that album for years and years. I had forgotten the stunning beauty and perfection. Try putting Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds on your ipod, close your eyes and visualise the lyrics. Tears are guaranteed.
Of course, there is the slightly uncomfortable possibility that I am having a little wee crack up. This week was a bit of a tough slog. Ive had two clients rip each other apart emotionally and a teenager tell me that they were raped when they were 6 years old, and Im the only person they have ever ever told. Im honored that he/she told me and they are safe now I think, but it was a hard one to hear. Im glad though that this little person trusted me enough to tell me.
Im stressing a little about moving forward at uni and balancing the workload there with work. Stressing a little about how to get all the pieces of my life to fall neatlyish into place. I know that they always have before, I just have to have the faith to take the leap out of the airplane and hope that my parachute has the decency to open.
On a more upbeat note, some good shit is there too. Its not all heavy shit. Polyphonic Spree is coming to play to me soon and we are going with our very dear old friend Sherwyn. My friend had her baby, and she is the dearest sweetest little thing ever. Her name is Mollie. I got a Mrs Retro Mama finally and I just adore her little transluscent shiny face. Her name is Zizi Jeanmarie, after her favourite dancer, she tells me. Anyway, here is a picture of the original Zizi. Not the doll. sheesh Im talking shit.....
I have to hook into an assignment this weekend. I would love to just collapse in bed till Monday. Sheesh Im buggered though. Im rambling and ranting on the internet. Maybe I need to go get a beer.
Of course, there is the slightly uncomfortable possibility that I am having a little wee crack up. This week was a bit of a tough slog. Ive had two clients rip each other apart emotionally and a teenager tell me that they were raped when they were 6 years old, and Im the only person they have ever ever told. Im honored that he/she told me and they are safe now I think, but it was a hard one to hear. Im glad though that this little person trusted me enough to tell me.
Im stressing a little about moving forward at uni and balancing the workload there with work. Stressing a little about how to get all the pieces of my life to fall neatlyish into place. I know that they always have before, I just have to have the faith to take the leap out of the airplane and hope that my parachute has the decency to open.
On a more upbeat note, some good shit is there too. Its not all heavy shit. Polyphonic Spree is coming to play to me soon and we are going with our very dear old friend Sherwyn. My friend had her baby, and she is the dearest sweetest little thing ever. Her name is Mollie. I got a Mrs Retro Mama finally and I just adore her little transluscent shiny face. Her name is Zizi Jeanmarie, after her favourite dancer, she tells me. Anyway, here is a picture of the original Zizi. Not the doll. sheesh Im talking shit.....
I have to hook into an assignment this weekend. I would love to just collapse in bed till Monday. Sheesh Im buggered though. Im rambling and ranting on the internet. Maybe I need to go get a beer.