all of your friends are cunts, your mother is a ballpoint pen thief...

Mar 17, 2008 19:23

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.
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