I am the girl who sits with her back to the wall to make sure I can see who comes and who goes, I am the girl who will be rude before it is called for, because I am the girl who already knows. I am the girl who fell down the stairs, or walked … More I Am The Girl…
“Blood Bank” Well, I met you at the blood bank We were looking at the bags Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags You said, see look that’s yours Stacked on top with your brother’s See how the resemble one another Even in their plastic little … More How I Feel. Today.
Wind in my neck, like a limp doll that has lost it’s comeliness. Straighten my skirt, and dust off the grubby prints left by the men that knew I had no money. No money for the inhale. Even less for the exhale. Comb my lashes, even on the one half open eye, and redo the … More # 129
I have started another blog which I have linked to this one. I am not all that savvy with the back end of wordpress so I don’t know if I am already following people with the new blog or who is following me. I started it because I am tired of watering down the things … More Truth vs Watered Down
I realise that all the introspection is supposed to have taken place at the closing of 2014. But someone how it’s all kicked in now. It DID start a month ago, at my brother’s 21st birthday party. I don’t much enjoy family gatherings – or any gathering there will be more than 5 people attending… … More I Have Never..
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Envelope Pushers.” My first strip to a psychologists office was when I was 8 years of age. My defiance was more about fear than because I had any real understanding what was needed of me – or what I needed from them. I accepted the labels. And … More Pushing Labels
Diary of a Crazy White Chick. Part One. It’s Monday, which doesn’t matter to me like it does to everyone else. I work from home, and so all my days mesh into each other so that sleeping in is a luxury, and so is being able to work late into the night simply because it … More Rambling. Its what I do.
We have all met one or two or ten, and at some point in our lives, we have been ‘the’ toxic person who suffocates another. I have often described relationships as ‘cling film’ that gets wrapped around your face until you either die, or you cant take it anymore and you leave. The interesting thing … More Toxic People
This is one of those topics I think about a fair amount – but I am unsure of how to write my collected thoughts down in a way that will make sense to anyone else. My thoughts are a mixture of memories, emotions and things I have watched and read. But I am going to … More Bullshit
Sometimes I get tired and sometimes I don’t. So, what better time to write an update when I can’t spell and when my brain is mush. Right. This week’s highlights: My mom bought me a TWISP. It’s an electric cigarette- so that I can quit smoking. My brother – who decided because I smoke strong … More Tenants. Mind fuck.