Part 2 Part 3: “I am going to let go now, Mr Lin… what what it again, J?” J had reluctantly pulled the now purple faced man’s wallet out of his jacket pocket since he had been unable to answer any of the questions given him by either J or S. “Lionel. With one L.” … More The Unsecret Dialogue of Letting Go
I have become known in my building as ‘the girl with the tattoos’. I have been stopped on my way out several times now, and asked if I am Sam, the girl who works from home. The one who does advertising. When I ask how they knew it was me, there is a sheepish glance … More I am a 7, in my Usefulness
S sat on her haunches, head tilted slightly, watching J sleep. It was more of a ‘willing J to wake up’, really, but so far had been choosing to do it silently. With patience not being one of her strongest suits, S took her index finger and jabbed J in the forehead. J rolled over … More The (Un)Secret Childhood Dialogue Chronicles – Ninja.
S dashed out of the bathroom cubicles, clingfilm in hand, grinning from ear to ear. Two minutes later J comes creeping around the corner with a now empty tub of Vaseline. ‘Get them all?’ ‘Yeah! Whoever invented perforated clingfilm is a legend.’ Both girls head off to wait in the dark for the chaos to … More Toilet Seats and Vaseline
So, my J and I were talking and although we have been friends for some time now and we know a great deal about each other and can safely say we are very familiar with the skeleton’s that lurk in each others closets. On first name high five terms with the demons that hold the … More Q and A
This woman, is my best friend. I love her because she is made of magic, she is made of earth, and she is made of roots of ancient trees. There is an army of old spirits that follow her around, steps in unison, just for her. I love her because her heart is good, even … More I Love You More, Dammitt!!
This was fun to put together and took longer than I thought. I am useless at video editing so its longer than planned and a wee bit random, but I had fun none the less. Contains swearing. Randomness, and mumbling.
I do wish I had one. One with an LCD screen that would tell me which emotion I should be experiencing. Then I could push that button. I would of course have spare batteries at all times… or I would break into dance at a funeral and then switch to laughter of the maniacal kind. … More Emotional Remote Control
Page One. Page 2. J was most pissed at me for getting us arrested. Our fake names turned out to belong to people who actually frequented the underground poker den / brothel that we were attempting to have a good time in. It was quite frankly, a waste of wigs, a waste of make up, … More The Unsecret Dialogue Chronicles of S and J: Old Photos. Page Two
Much to the dismay of many that know me (and have to be seen in public with me) I HATE shoes. I don’t wear them unless I have to. And I mean.. when I HAVE to. I would rather sprint while cussing my heart out across hot parking lots in the bleating sunshine than just … More Epic Fails. Remain Calm