your basic explanation...
I'm not here to make excuses but some days you just know that the light at the end of the tunnel is an on-coming train. Thankfully trains derail all the time. And that's what my life is all about. As I rush towards my 25th birthday I realise that being 24 for the last few years hasn't been so bad...
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
man I feel like a...
If there is a certain someone and you've imagined in your head that you loved them forever but never got around to saying so in so many blinking words is there ever a right time? Are you a home wrecker if what you have to say will potentially destory relationships and lives for both of you? Is it worth putting your head on the block and saying whatever is on your mind and in your heart out loud or not? Is the wanting worth the price you may have to pay? Ahh shite, just give me another coffee and we'll see...
how many hours in a day?
It seems that the harder I try the fewer hours in every day there seem to be. I'm sooo busy that as the level of activity increases the number of extra jobs that get added on to the pile seem to multiply like horny bunnies but without the cuddly fluffiness...The wags always tell you that if you want something done, as the busiest person to do it and it's true! Does this mean that all I have to do is find someone that is busier than me and all my time problems are solved?
Or should I really be looking for someone that is crazier than I am to finally pull the trigger and put me out of my super nova stress vibe? Hell maybe I should just resort to self-medicating and administer caffeine by IV? Now there's an idea worth pursuing! Now who's smiling...
Or should I really be looking for someone that is crazier than I am to finally pull the trigger and put me out of my super nova stress vibe? Hell maybe I should just resort to self-medicating and administer caffeine by IV? Now there's an idea worth pursuing! Now who's smiling...
Monday, 4 July 2011
what would you do for 10bucks?
My final nasty uber baby is growing rapidly. Alex the Web Dude is working wonders with the site - hopefully it will be completed ready for public consumption before the month is out. 10bucks could be the child that sees me to my first mill and then some; crazier things have happened and of course I owe it all to Dear Old Dad because if I wasn't his daughter, I'd never have thought of it...
in the kitchen
Finally hanging the last 2 doors on the 3 new pantries I built - man, do I LOVE power tools. I'm so pleased with how the kitchen is turning out with all the extra storage and the last section of wall coming out. I'll post some pics tonight. The ugly old fireplace is coming out brick by brick this Sunday as well. Owen the Plumber reckons it will take us a day to demolish it completely and clean up all the bricks ready to go into building the deck etc out the front. You've got to see it to believe it...
always 2 ways to look at it
You always hear some clown ask "is the glass half empty or half full?" when in fact the question is mute as long as the glass contains coffee. I continually find that what I am seeing is a completely different perspective to those around me.
I go home to where I was raised and all I see is a small town trying to take me back down to the times when I've been stuck in a morgue identifying those I love.
I don't take in the contented people around me going about their lives and enjoying the good clean air around them or the laid back attitude that taints every day with a certain brilliance unknown in the wanna-be big bad city in which I live.
I spent a quiet Sunday afternoon on the empty streets trying to ignore all the memories that crowd around me; I see my brother running in the parks and playing on the sports fields, my father trying on a suit in the middle of the main street and my mother always just on the outer edge of my vision.
Tough luck but it seems the Bay is too small a place for me and my memories... This doesn't mean it's a bad place, just bad for me.
I go home to where I was raised and all I see is a small town trying to take me back down to the times when I've been stuck in a morgue identifying those I love.
I don't take in the contented people around me going about their lives and enjoying the good clean air around them or the laid back attitude that taints every day with a certain brilliance unknown in the wanna-be big bad city in which I live.
I spent a quiet Sunday afternoon on the empty streets trying to ignore all the memories that crowd around me; I see my brother running in the parks and playing on the sports fields, my father trying on a suit in the middle of the main street and my mother always just on the outer edge of my vision.
Tough luck but it seems the Bay is too small a place for me and my memories... This doesn't mean it's a bad place, just bad for me.
5 second inspiration
if wishes were chickens, we'd solve world hunger. we'd also get rid of all the vego's in one go...
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