rochelle
i wish a was a fisherman
sailing out at sea
breathing in the cool fresh air
and feeling completely free
swinging from the rafters
hanging
like a monkey moving from one tree to the next
he's an idiot
I can't write, no thoughts, for ages. Wrong. Loads of thoughts, too many thoughts, so many thoughts my hands can't type fast enough. What to write? Something about doubled... my frustration has more than doubled. Ughh
If I had a million grape vines I would be so intensely happy for the rest of my life. I would eat grapes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. In between feasting, I would work hard to create delectable wines. And I would drink them. With breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Chocolate plague. You can't hide from it. It will catch you eventually. You will eat. You can't help it. It's everywhere. And then you will get fat and maybe you will even die from it.
Bronze. I was hoping it was going to be a colour actually, as I wanted to write about all the beautiful colours I saw today. It was such a beautiful day. So much sun, blue skies, butterflies everywhere. I watched a leaf cutter bee carve a perfect semi circle in a leaf and fly off with it. But I didn't see any bronze.
Is it the end of the relationship? Is that the end of the story? Will time tell? Or shall I just end it now, instead of waiting to see if time will tell?
She placed one foot reluctantly in front of the other. The cat followed. He loved this time of morning, but she dreaded it. "Quack quack quack quack quack!" They saw her coming and began having their usual excitement attack. She lowered the fresh water and food into the ducklings' cage and then began the arduous and stinky job of cleaning up their poo. Lucky they are amazingly cute.
Are you available to meet with me for a drink this week?
-No.
How about next week?
-No, think I'm busy then.
Ok, well, how about sometime after xmas. I know things are pretty hectic at the moment!
-Yes I think I'm busy then too.
Right, well how about you suggest a time then? I'm easy and can do whenever you want.
- How about never?
Oh, right. Ok.
Higher education. To study or not to study. Most of her twenties was spent feeling inadequate because everyone else around her had a degree. Meeting new people was daunting. The question was inevitably asked, "so where did you go to university?". Ahh, I didn't. Now the opportunity has presented itself, but she doesn't know if she would be doing it for the right reasons. 4 years of hell, just to get a piece of paper?
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