random asides

notkay aka taryn i used to go to school with taryn i used to do that after school activity with that if i confessed to doing now people would die…

you fight with me at every turn.convince-attempt towards my change.last night i managed to undo every part of my resolve.and yet, you’re still here. horribly, horribly familiar. terribly, terribly deja…

last night i had(a) zero sleep. as in. did not even enter room of bed to get sleep.(b) a massive, massive, very expensive and long sms fight. with you. hopefully…

this made me a little wee-wee ish. sick but funny. thank you Super M for showing it to me

post 200. and i have nothing to say today.

i wrote this the morning after something happened. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. inhale. exhale. get. up. get. up. get. up. get up and run.…

pardon the phrase but the fit has hit the shan i am soon to be homeless. They’re selling my flat. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO This is not happening. ends denial. finds new home.…

strange but true. i dreamt of you last night. cameron was 4, and enamoured with a bubble machine (unsurprising hah), which was set up somewhere and she was dancing around…

thank you for coffee. GO ESKOM! you’re feeding my ferris wagon here you parastatal piece of poopoocaca. then again, one person’s genius, is another person’s poopoocaca. thank fuck for this…