My fridge says that I have a cyber-lover, I tell it to shut it’s fat mouth or I’ll give it a fat lip. It responds by deliberately leaving itself slightly ajar and spoiling my soya milk and not informing me of the fact until after I’ve imbibed and barfed it up through my nose like a gargoyle fountain.
We are no longer corresponding. I have fallen in love with my kettle however, for standing by me throughout the allegations, and being a lovely shade of blue. I’m shallow that way.
me at the school :) the back row all senior polis, middle row all arty farts and the lassies did not a lot, 2 midwifes,a senior nursing sister,a farmer ! a home help 1 in canada, the other in australia guess the awkward wee entertainment centre aged 11 :) one sock up and one sock down PUNK rock !! :)
Awwwww Ruby ma wee darlin’ ya look soooooo sweet!!!!!!!!
I’ve written elsewhere about my cousin’s little girl who is dying from a brain tumour, losing all her faculties one by one, whilst her parents and brother look on, helpless and despairing; angrily we talk about injustice in a world where idiots voluntarily damage their healthy bodies, snorting, injecting, imbibing themselves into stupors..and being lauded for it.
I am the loudest with my cynical take on the cult of the drug-wan.kered celebutard and the idolatory industry which makes heroes of the dead whose main contribution to their epithets has been the ability to get slow-clapped off stage for falling asleep during the drum solo after a bottle of Jack Daniels, two spliffs and a noseful of charlie.
However, if I despise a society which praises death by debauchery, I also remember that I too was young and stupid; once upon a time I had a reputation for my craziness with drink and drugs; I’ve woken up in strange places, had my stomach pumped (twice) and had more close shaves than a po rn star’s scrotum; if I wasn’t on uppers I was on downers – jeeezus – I even dropped valium into my lunchtime pints of cider, and acid into my whisky.
Like most young people, I believed I was immortal, on the day that I discovered I wasn’t, the craziness halted, pretty much.
So, if my big old hardened heart sneers at the makers of these false drug-addled gods and goddesses, it still has a beat of pity for the young fools, who think – insofar as they can think atall – that they’re gonna live forever.
Why would a bloke want to name himself after a flower?
it’s the actual sentiment of ‘forget me not’ that I named myself after rather than the flower, pretty sure that I’ve mentioned it somewhere else on this site before
You don’t need to explain yourself to anyone, sweetheart. Forget Me Not is a charming name.
Might I suggest you start with “DON’T PUSH IT, DON’T FORCE IT” before moving on to “GIVE IT TO ME BABY” and rounding things off nicely with “HOLD ON I’M COMING.” 8)
Why would a bloke want to name himself after a flower?
it’s the actual sentiment of ‘forget me not’ that I named myself after rather than the flower, pretty sure that I’ve mentioned it somewhere else on this site before
You don’t need to explain yourself to anyone, sweetheart. Forget Me Not is a charming name.