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Cleaning out my closet (2)
Housework. Hate it. In fact I'm the Undomestic Goddess. But it's a new year and time to start sweeping out them there cobwebs, so that's exactly what I'm doing. Five black bin liners (and counting) later and a whole lot of spit and polish not to mention sweeping and my place is beginning to look almost cared for...yay go me! -
I'm sorry Momma, I never meant to make you cry...
But tonight I'm cleaning out my closet. And oh my fucking God, how much crap a girl can accumulate...It's kind of horrifying, really. -
Writer's Block: Reading Aloud
I'd love to hear the late, great Ted Hughes read one of his earliest poems, ' O Lady.'
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition...
To quote The Dixie Chicks. Saw the first trailer for the new series of Spooks last night. Talk about hitting the parts that other trailers don't... -
The call of the wolf...
Or rather she-wolf. I had another tattoo done last week (I only had two others so I'm not covered in 'em) a rather lovely design of a she-wolf I found sometime back. I have a rule with tattoo designs; if I see something I want, I make myself wait 3 - 4 months and put it on my notice board, so I see it daily. If I still love it when the 3 - 4 ( Read more... ) -
I am the Angel of Death, it's official.
I killed two photocopiers and my fucking printer in a matter of mere hours. Top that. Go on. I dare you. -
Doing an insane little dance...
Because there's a little piece in the Sun Magazine today about the upcoming series of Spooks, starring none other than Richard Armitage. I'm sad, I know. One of these days I'll actually get myself a life...
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It goes to show you never can tell...
I thought quite honestly I'd be out of a job. Not due to anything I've done, but a drop in class sizes. But it looks like it's running anyhow. Colour me stunned. -
And I'm thinking that enough is enough...
Already. I think I've discovered my personal Waterloo at what I'm prepared to do in order to keep a job. Goddess help me, where to go from here? That, as Shakespeare said, is the whole bleeding rub. Okay, words to that effect. -
Oh the joys of being a teacher...
It's a lovely later summer afternoon and I'm cooped up with the computer doing ILP's. Someone remind me why I became a teacher, mmm?