Sixty Nine

Recklessness

Comes back and bites you on the ass.

This happens every time,

I knew it would.

Equanimity

Cosy is the word. Picnic with the girls (plus Bryan and Am crashing) with chicken, pasta, cookies, cupcakes, (hard) spuds and shots of wine. Marshmallows flying, wine drinking and big dogs attacking left us sleepy high and reminisce-y, or just me anyway. The green may never be the same. Off to my madam's for the nicest dinner one could ask for; domestic boys are a fuh-reaking god-sent. So this year was more about company than anything. Kat's personalization of Oprah's core of peace ringing in my mind all night. I see now that it's not until you finally accept things and how you feel about them as they are that you are able to really... accept. So I knew where to start all along.

There's nothing left to show you

Too late, I'm sure and lonely

Happy 14th Feb Lovers

But you've come this far,

And you're broken.

Mean Girls

SCHOOL'S OUT

I cannot believe a year, or more aptly more, has passed. We've all grown in more ways than one with our fair share of bondage, broken relationships, climbing up social hierarchies and deadlines. While 2008 has been the most eventful year of my life, I foresee the next one being more difficult as the days pass. I guess it's time to get my life back on track. If only I knew where to fucking start.

This anniversary 

may never be the same.