Swathed in grief over the passing of my 33rd year (Oh the drama)… 😉 I’m trying to sling the beautiful 3’s back into my life, in as many ways as possible
(I’ve decided to lie about my age from now on, so I can keep saying I’m 33…but that’s kinda cheating!
Soooooo, a legitimate 33 ‘esque task…(Last year the weekly theme was a short story, this year its the weekly 33’s)
The 333 challenge of 2013!
Each line must be 3 words long
Each post must be 33 lines
It must (sort of) make sense/have a flow
The first word of each line must
– Begin with the first letter of the last word on the line above
i.e Selina was Shaking
Because shaking begins with S, the first word on the next line must begin with an S…Standing opposite him
Salina was shaking
Standing opposite him
He knew everything
Especially the middle
Moisture trickled… splash
Soaking the contract
Connie was waiting
Withered. Cold. Outside Read the rest of this entry
Sod (the 1st) has always been a memorable and talked about public figure, throughout many era’s and periods
His logic and fixed truths have remained both popular and unchanged; even through times of great social unrest and modernisation.
As a prolific law-maker, who focused on ‘mysterious and ironic saga’s’…his name is often mentioned when strange and unfortunate events occur
Examples of his early work include :-
– The Odd Sock Phenomena/More Phantom Objects (are) Disappearing ‘Act’ of 1453 (bc)
– Torrential rain for 7 days, in an entire year, but coinciding with your 7 day holiday at the ‘normally sunny EVERYDAY location’
– Over-sleeping for the 1st time ever, and waking to find a coach full of hungry OAP’s, herding around the main entrance to your Public House. Which should have been open for business…10 minutes before…
Sod, Me, Hearts and Minds Read the rest of this entry
A while ago, I wrote a post about addiction, and I touched upon my own struggles with a plethora of activities and substances
Addictive Genes and Sad Souls…Do we inherit sadness?
NOW! Smoking cigarettes has always been one addiction that I had no intention of giving up. As many smokers will tell you, it is such a powerful attachment that it entwines itself with the essence of your identity. Yes; it is part of ‘who I am’… rather than a part of ‘what I do’
I always figured that I’d try to kick every other addiction, and smoking would be the one ‘fix’ that would stay for a lifetime…I was a self-confessed lover of smoking, and there was no guilt attached to this need, unlike the other buggers
Back to the post on addiction…I recieved a comment saying that my addictions (being so severe) were something only God and The Angels could fix. So, in amongst my prayers, I prayed for healing – re my addictive nature…
I don’t know if you can relate to this, but occasionally I have a thought pop into my head and I somehow know that it didn’t come from anywhere inside of me. Read the rest of this entry
I shan’t dwell on the hell of last year, courtesy of a whopping dose of psychotic insanity (I call her/it ‘Ms Psychosis’)…except to tell you that when she comes at you in full force, she steals all of your previous links to memories old and new; and ‘shats’ all over them with her own scary and wholly negative version, of fowl smelling poop!
She leaves no stone unturned, no niche untouched… and Ms Psychosis done a sterling job of turning all 506 songs on my iPod, into 506 poxy triggers.
Sooooooo; I’ve decided that I don’t want her infecting my playlists anymore. And I’ve told her she is on the way to being phased right outta town
The triggers don’t just disappear unfortunately, you have to boot them out with gusto, over a period of time
So, when the song begins, it now gets 5 seconds to be a sign of insidious evil squit, and the following 3 or 4 minutes are dedicated to remembering the old and marvellous memories, that come with each and every song that I love…
Sooooooooooo…Ms Psychosis, you get 5 seconds now…and soon you’ll be down to 2!
Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Biatch 🙂
Santa was very kind to me this year!
As tragic as this may be – my most favourite gift was a VAX steam cleaner!
The thing is tooooooo cool for words
To say my house was a bit dusty…pre xmas, would be the understatement of the century
I finally gained enough energy to blitz the flat of all surface debris
And then; I spent a bliss-filled hour blasting the living life out of every shelf, fake plant and ornament in sight – with my trusty jet of ‘red hot magic steamy dust killing power’
We age, we change, we fall in love with household cleaners and subsequently; we become the opposite to ‘street’ (wise…)
And finally, when we openly discuss the joys of steamy jets on our posts…We officially become ‘tragic’ in tut Bloggus-Sphere toooooo!
I care not for the judgements 😉
One day, the young and uber cool will gasp with delight…over a household cleaning product, born of their era.
All in good time…all in good time my youthful friends!
God Bless you VAX!
I is ‘Past it and Proud’ 😉
52 ‘Shorts’ for 2012
50 words limit. A story. A point.
Twas the mission
And here’s the report
48 outta 52 is not a bad score
48 stories…with overtypes galore
I very much enjoyed the task
Sometimes ‘ze shorts’ were quite simply a blast
To break my ‘over-limit’ habit
I’ll end ’49’ …
With a little less rabbit
(5o words EXACTLY :))