Mindless banter from someone who wants more. Humble Pie and Burn Cream. Dear Rich Estranged Lady,. I hope this letter finds you and your family well. I miss my babysitting days with Lisa so badly, she was truly an angel. I miss that crazy little manipulative eleven year-old. She was so confident in her manner, definitely always spoke up when something bothered her or when she just wanted to call me a poor bitch who was her slave cos her mummy paid me. I remember a particular night .

Monday, April 11, 2011. This blog, its lack of updates and my lack of motivation were getting me down. So I made a new one. Monday, February 14, 2011. What is your name? When did you send it? Just a moment ago. If you just sent it a moment ago give it 10 minutes then call us back to check again.

But then, who wants to be perfect? There are things you miss, travelling. I miss having my own coffee up,. Buying machined hot brown something. No anticipatory smell from opening the bag,. Coffee scented with hazelnuts and familiarity. I look at a different menu most nights,. Restaurants and hotels, I choose quickly. And eat alone, observing the company. Sometimes a colleague will join me, and rarer, a friend. I miss cooking at home, or buying a pizza,. I see countries, cities, streets and villages,.

Garth strained to open his eyes, and staring back at him was a pointed green face with glassy yellow eyes. The creature stood straight, the plates of his face gleaming like a jewel. 8220;You are very brave, Garth.

Our Band Could Be Your Lit. 100 songs, 100 stories. Friday, June 22, 2012. Obviously, this blog has not been updated in a long time. OBCBYL is on indefinite hiatus. But my writing is not. Weekly blog posts about my writing and other neuroses.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011. We know we have been terrible. To everyone that has a submission pending- they will be answered. Posted by MARGARET AND NANCY. Saturday, November 6, 2010. In the dream, I woke up from unconsciousness in a hospital.

Practice makes perfect, but too much practice makes you a whore. I am too old to be heartbroken. I should be a young sylph in white drapery, crumpled. One should think of pale mournful eroticism. With splintered heart evident in my fractured swan wings, unnaturally bent. Being old and heartbroken is snot and the tears under the chin. The crying is too self indulgent , I took pictures of myself this time. Always we knew it was not really f.

Do The Bartman and The Simpsons Sing The Blues. If you were born in the mid 80s or earlier you probably remember. It was a victory for both. It even went gold in the UK, selling over 400,000 copies.

Monday, June 11, 2012. It just occured to me that I have helped photographers out five times. Sunday, April 1, 2012. Saturday, December 24, 2011. Reverse Fox put out this nifty remix seasonal music present. Of their stuff with Carly Fern. Tuesday, September 20, 2011. having two friends die, at age 23, within two months of each other, has fucked up my ability to do school good.