Tag: my life

Jul 31

Flak jacket

I get a lot of flak about my leather jacket… *titter* flak jacket *makes note to change post title* But the truth is it means a hell of a lot more to me than most people assume. I’ve been spotted across crowded rooms in record time, identified by people meeting me for the first time, …

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Jul 16

The clock is ticking…

On Sunday 20th July, I will turn thirty. Is it a gulp moment, or a woo hoo moment? Neither to be honest. Being the youngest out of most of my friends (even if by only a few days), I’ve seen a lot of people hit the big three-oh lately and they’ve all reacted differently. Some …

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Jun 02

I am not a bum…

…I’m a jerk. I don’t think anything can sum up how I feel right now better than this excerpt from the 1979 Steve Martin masterpiece that was ‘The Jerk’: . I don’t need any of this! I don’t need this stuff! And I don’t need you! I don’t need anything! Except this…this ashtray…and that’s the only …

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Oct 14

Random, misc, and other

Oh look, it’s been months since I last posted that must mean I’m juuuusst about due for another rant/post. And this time I’ve actually been up to stuff! Dun dun duuuunn! I’ve been chipping away at my writing – still having weekly meet ups with the NaNo crew to keep my motivation up. A few …

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Jul 15

Give yourself to the dark side

I’ve killed three people today. The first was blocking the footpath by wildly gesturing his arms, and wouldn’t bloody let people past. He was too busy shouting into his mobile to realise there was a queue of people forming behind him trying to make the most of their lunch hour. He was also one of …

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