January 2010
56 posts
December 2009
25 posts
Going strong today- approx 5 hours, no tears. Only one dismembered bunny (stuffed), and I can see the floor. Not because mould grew on the plethora of belongings I had discarded there, making it the same colour as the carpet, but because I cleaned up! A little…. Small steps toward a happy home.
The hate is descending, TFG. It makes it much much easier to bear this. I would choose rage over...
How is this relevant?
Applying for Mac finance online. first two questions are:
-Are you now or have you ever been a member or official of a foreign government, foreign political party or foreign government owned business?
-Have you ever been closely associated (personally or professionally) with such a person?
How bizzare….
Today's post, brought to you by the letter (wh)Y.
I am still fucking angry, but when I think about it I am also to blame. I was set to end this months ago, when I realised that I could not remember the last time I had been paid a compliment, not made to feel unique, special and or cherished.. Any of the things that are meant to come as part and parcel for the package deal of ‘Love’.
Regrettably I did not, instead dulled my senses...
“One can ride a bicycle without being a cyclist, but one cannot be a cyclist...”
– proverb (via paulrankin)
semisetadrift:
clientsfromhell:
Client: Can you un-blur the background on this photo?
Me: Unblur?
Client: Yeah, I want the whole image to be super sharp. I don’t particularly care for that whole deep field thing you keep telling me about.
Me: You mean depth of field?
Client: Yeah, whatever. Just unblur it.
Me: That’s impossible.
Client: I’ve seen it done on CSI.
Finally, after 8 years of dating, I have received the rough end of the stick. While I feel empty, sick and saddened, at least I know how all those who make up the patchwork of my past feel. Finally I understand why they were so angry and upset. I think the tricky part will be remembering this into the future.
It was not a one sided decision, thank god. I suspect that would have been worse. I am...
The Genius Of The Crowd
hellovagina:
by: Charles Bukowski
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who...
