Monthly Archives: March 2013
Black Eyed Fleas. (Journey.)
Posted on March 27, 2013 5 Comments
A lot of things have happened today. I had my tattoo touched up. I got tricked in to taking part in some sort of unorganized and ghastly impromptu nature trail by the kid. But most horrifically, during the moments I wasn’t fully focused on the decorative agony emanating from my bruised, poked and horrifically damaged […]
Jennifer Anniston? I want my life back.
Posted on March 21, 2013 10 Comments
There was a moment, in which my tired and rung out mind tried to connect with what my eyes were actually seeing, and then when it did finally catch up, I experienced a physical shock as the realisation of what was about to happen went straight through me, as if I had been thumped hard […]
A ‘Peace’ of my Mind.
Posted on March 19, 2013 2 Comments
I need a glass of wine. My son just stuck his finger up my nose, and sneezed. I feel like my eyeball may have actually popped out of it’s socket for a moment or two there. Basically, I was enjoying telling him a bedtime story, and now I am blind. I think he may have […]
Kiss the Rain. (Hello? Can you hear me?)
Posted on March 16, 2013 10 Comments
I see all these amazing mums, doing all these amazing things, like baking cakes, making chickens out of paper cups using only snot and lipstick, getting their kids to eat vegetables without an epic discussion or fight before every mouthful and I always stop and think… WOW! I should get them to do some stuff […]
Beauty and the Buffoon.
Posted on March 8, 2013 7 Comments
I guess you could say, I am not your average Disney princess. If they ever do decide to make a musical fairytale however, about a self harming, suicidal, manic depressive and slightly paranoid flabby woman, with a penchant for tattoos and wearing fake eye lashes, who gets sectioned but fights hard to get better, finds […]
