Went to a birthday hangi today for my second cousin Bruce's 50th and my great aunty Helen's 74th. While I was sitting next to my mum and eating some truly marvelous ambrosia salad, she turned to me to tell me about her visit to the cemetery this week. She was up putting some flowers on my granddad's (her dad's) grave, and thinking about life, ( Read more... )

Workin' nine 'till three
What a way to make no livin'
Can't afford to pee
Toilet paper's unforgivin'
Climbin' up a tree
In the hopes of finding kittens
In the city any possums are slim pickin's!

Yeah. I have to amuse myself by writing bad lyrics to Dolly Parton songs.

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I <3 this song!

Once upon a time we went to the same hospital to be treated. We saw the same doctor. We were comforted by the same nurse. We laughed with the same orderly. Do you remember ( Read more... )

What does it say about my attitude to life if I get sad and downhearted when a Monday passes by and Performance in a Leading Role hasn't been updated?

*sigh*

Just read a small fic on the Sherlock BBC kink meme, ending so sad and hopelessly that I hurt, guys. I physically hurt. I knew it wasn't going to be a happy fic, but I wanted to read it anyway. Now I'm angry and sad, and even the small little glimps of possible reconciliation at the end hasn't taken away any of that hopeless feeling ( Read more... )