Do you see me? Do you see what I’m doing right now? You don’t, so I am just going to tell you. I am NOT watching the World Cup, that is what I’m doing. I’m also not celebrating my birthday this summer, I’ve decided. So there. That is my revenge on the world. Take that,Continue reading “I am SO not watching the World Cup that it’s not even funny”
Category Archives: Bad News
Monday music: more supersonic sigh than silent sigh
Do you own clothes that, when you put them on, suddenly make you realize that “OH DEAR CHRIST, I was wearing THIS when [insert fateful event] happened”? I do. There is this tunic that I own – it’s very pretty, with a cowl neck, glittery and embroidered, and in the sort of grey-blue colour thatContinue reading “Monday music: more supersonic sigh than silent sigh”
Nothing ever goes right
Obviously, before I typed in the title of this post, I knew it to be incorrect. Things go right all the time. You cross the street, a Bentley driven by someone who may or may not be coked-out at the moment emphatically does not run you over, and something has gone right. It’s just exhaustingContinue reading “Nothing ever goes right”
Monday music, the “I really wish I wasn’t sick again” edition
What’s WRONG with me, and WHAT SUPERNATURAL ENTITY have I pissed off? Ahem. Jesus Doesn’t Want Me For a Sunbeam – Nirvana Heysatan – Sigur Ros Get Back – Ludacris Heaven Tonight – Hole The Last Thing On Your Mind – Lights Red Turned White – Architecture In Helsinki Baby’s In Black – the BeatlesContinue reading “Monday music, the “I really wish I wasn’t sick again” edition”
Tuesday music: “would you like an abscess? Because that can be arranged!”
I am despondent, for all sorts of miserable reasons, but at least my lymph node isn’t as swollen up as it was this morning. Who knew that acute tonsillitis can go on for days with hardly any symptoms – until you’re on the verge of going septic, apparently? And you really do find out whoContinue reading “Tuesday music: “would you like an abscess? Because that can be arranged!””
Natalia A. 