Crazy What You Could've Had
That Keeps You Ever Gentle On My Mind.
If you've ever met me & my mum, you'll know we don't get
on. We're one of the world's comedy double acts, only with
the comedy sadly missing - basically, we don't function as
any kind of unit, are very different people, so living
together is hell. Its mother's day soon, and I don't know
what to do...
Its her boyfriend's birthday - don't worry, this is his
11th birthday in such a role. I don't know what to get for
These things and more have been pondered today. I've
realised that my rope/finger incident left a scar,
hopefully permanent, because a) It looks kinda cool and b)
I REALLY like telling the story.
The title refers to a friend of mine with whom I have not been in
anywhere near as regualr contact as I would have liked. Its all my
fault - I accept it - the way things lie the ball is firmly in my
court, but I've not returned it for too long.
No, its not who you think. Forgiveness may be in all our nature's but
I won't tolerate abuse thrown at me incorrectly, and as such I no
longer desire any contact with such individuals.
I'll let you know what I decide to do over the next few days. This
revision/time/thinking I've been doing is beneficial, I must say.
Oh, and a wonderful little thing cropped unexpectedly on Daisy Daisy
this evening (a girl goes round doing 'unexpected things'. Its more
for the faux naif look at things - very well done. Anyway, she was in
an interview today and was asked for a joke...)
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm a schizophrenic,
And so am I.
It tickled me. And, no, I don't want any people with mental disorders
dissing me, I understand perfectly the ramifications and serious
nature of the condition, but I can also have a laugh.
And now I need sleep. Dylan? Take me home.