If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out father, oh, stand by and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side
have you ever had one of those days, that just one of those days? where nothing quite feels like it’s well where it should be, like your legs aren’t yours and your brain is silently seeking vengeance for that late night you’d had?
No? oh well, I’m the lonely stranger, and that feeling, that is me. I could swear my brain would revolt given the chance and take my legs with it before I even had time to put up a good defence. I’m a traveller, and I follow my gut. Though I have to admit it’s been a little shakey especially when it comes to the
apparently trustworth and always right heart. I mean seriously at what point did I ever *and I mean ever* admit I thought Zac Efron with all his perfect hair and blue eyes was hot and why oh why did I need then proceed to chance his damn look-a-like around for a year? I think by that point I was ready to pull my brain out through my ear and give it a right good talking too.
That was slightly off topic, but it needed to be said, brains be wandering.
I’ve decided gym time is rant time, get-on-my-orange-box-and-get-it-out-of-my-system-time. Seems like a plan. Except when I can’t think of any decent rantable topics.
Though I had a golden fist bump moment with a
dim witted green peace activist the other day. They are fantastic people, I’m not denying that, a little cotton wooled but fantastic none the less. Anyway as I was strolling around the city I was pounced upon by one such activist. He gave me his speech “let’s save the beaches…no shark cull…barrier reef…yada yada yada..and of course you don’t agree with the oil rigs going in off the coast of perth…” I looked at him bemused “if I was to agree with you on that last point then my dad would be out of a job” I replied. He stood there stunned.
Which is when I said “and that’s how we do it”….kidding.
Of course I don’t agree. But seriously, get a grip, unless you want us all the die of coal related diseases thanks to your apparently clever idea to stop the production of oil and gas, USE YOU BRAIN.
in completely unrelated news I made one kick as plate of mushroom and garlic pasta that was surprise surprise gluten free, wheat free, and dairy free. And the boyfriend still rated it.
Until he bought his big mac on the way home.
My mum once said I had a way with words. It’s a pity how that way with words is completely unable to penetrate my mothers iron-clad-wicked-witch-of-the-west skin. She’s adorable all-sweetness-and-light when it doesn’t count. But when it counts, when life throws me a damn avalanche made of bricks and cheese she’s all fire-and-brimestone and ass-kicking.
But anyway, I’d rather not become one of the millions and trillions of people blogging about how much their mothers suck for being a little too matron and not enough sista. I would actually like to get on my orange box about those over eager people getting married to their soul mates after a measly 6 months, honestly guys, I’ve had a relationship with a bottle of vodka that lasted longer than that. And we all know how that ends. Face down in an ally way questioning your existence on this spinning mound of dirt. Moving right along, that’s wonder-freaking-full that you’ve found you’re one-and-only-partner-for-life but when you, and yes you know who you are, when you tell me, that my valentines day need for smushy lameness complete with driving into the middle of nowhere and getting completely lost before spending way too much on lunch and chocolate is all for show and just a sad excuse for loving someone I need to have a yell. I mean seriously who died and made you the know-it-all-queen-of-romance-and-love if I want to be emotionally retarded only one day a year then I will be, just because you have a love of living out valentines day every day of your life doesn’t mean we all do, you’ve clearly never lived in the emotionally unaffectionate bubble that many of us call home, and don’t understand that it takes us a whole 364 days to prepare ourselves for the emotional overload of human contact that is valentines day.
Too much Desperado not enough Pretty Woman.