farewell

its time i let you go.
i dont need to carry you with me anymore.

too funny

recieved from a friend yesterday, about the new boots she had just got. she was worried about the dyke boot potential, and wasnt sure of the purchase- so wanted to do a friend survey.
via email.
with pictures.
made me laugh too much.

lesbianosity out of 10?

(yes, i am on the side of the road, bandwidth guerrilla tactics)

winter can shove it

goddamn, i long for days gone by when i was naturally warm (if not privileged enough to be hot and sweaty), and not covered from head to toe, wrapped up in four layers and still shivering. its the grey and wet that's affecting me lately, never mind returning home after work in the total dark already. one should never be expected to be a functioning, productive and active member of society in such weather. fuck, i should never be expected to leave my fuzzy wuzzy duvet heaven even. ever. and they say the worst is yet to come. oh lord. my extremities may just spontaneously leap off me and run away to Hawaii in revolt. i have no nose, i have no nose. sure it will go down well. my party trick for the next 4 months. oh joy.

too funny

barack obama on facebook. and myspace. with photo albums.
bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahah. too arb. christ how politics has changed.

seems like the drought is over

life is good these days. im smiling more. some unexpected loving from a new source probably isnt a bad thing to help that along either- never a bad thing in one's life. perhaps its just because its been payday weekend? conquer the universe one small step at a time, via my debit card? hmm. fun times and the good life just seem to be winning.

cheese, but rather pretty none the less:
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator

damn the attraction

i love it, and hate it. its the best stuff in the world. but my god, it can hurt your head bad. real bad. like pounding sore bad. like how i felt this morning bad. sigh. cant all be fun and games i suppose.

"people throughout time have found what seemed to them good reason for recourse to alcohol. One attraction is alcohol’s power to disinhibit—to allow us, at last, to tell off our neighbor or make an improper suggestion to his wife. Alcohol may also persuade us that we have found the truth about life, a comforting experience rarely available in the sober hour. Through the lens of alcohol, the world seems nicer. (“I drink to make other people interesting,” the theatre critic George Jean Nathan used to say.) For all these reasons, drinking cheers people up. See Proverbs 31:6-7: “Give . . . wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.” It works, but then, in the morning, a new misery presents itself."

from new york times article.

imperfects are perfect

i like reading this. it makes me happier about having an imperfect, messy life. yay for overflowing laundry baskets and misshapen muffins.

You are not your flawless surfaces. You are not your orderly laundry-pile. You are not the seamlessness of your finished projects. You are not your risen cakes. You are not your sewn-in ends.

history

ive just realised now that i've been writing on this blog since late 2005. my good lord thats a long time; of ups, downs, stupidities, ridiculus bullshit and mainly just of documenting my life and my history. i really didnt think it would be going this long. its an interesting record of my life i suppose, despite how much kak i write.
crazy.

"he who dirnks ale, sleeps well...
he who sleeps well, does not sin...
he who does not sin, goes to heaven.
amen"

i think i take this a couple of steps too far. it doesnt say anything about continuous, copious drinking anything does it? damn. but there aint no heaven, so that balances it out right?
too much abuse lately. never seems to end. always a reason. must stop. but when? me thinks next year is as good a time as any right? ha. feeling the post weekend, post potjie compo, post abuse more than normal today = mondays blues and fatigued grumpy pants. and its only the beginning of the week. blech.