Some shit has gone down lately.
Talk to me.
Ask me about it sometime.
In the meantime, some pictures:
today I met up with Dan and his friend Shannon and we went op-shopping, had tea and went to the park:
A creepy stuffed toy that we found.
Dan wearing my hat.
I really think I'm getting a little too bitter and old lately for livejournal.
I guess I'm not 'hip' enough or too 'hip' but I really just don't care.
Im an old cockerwife and I need to retreat to the hills to die.
In the base of a tree.
Don't ask me about my meds - they're great and I am perfectly content and a great example of a wonderful noteworthy human being.
I have a terrible smokers cough and I can't eat anything.
I suffer from Catholic guilt these days.
I am sore.
My rocking chair sounds like two angry cooing pigeons.
I'm much more scared of you than you are of me.