November 2010
39 posts
Conversations with my family
Me: So, I’ve been asked to audition for this part, but its tonight, and I haven’t really had time to prepare anything, but they know that and will make allowances for it, so I don’t know whether to go and just wing it, what do you think?
Dad: You’re doing my head in, can you go away?
Jeez, thanks for the support. Its moments like these I can tell you think I chose a really worthwhile path in life. Sorry I don’t want a desk job shuffling bits of paper around. And you know when you complain I never talk to you about anything? MAYBE THIS IS WHY.
its snowing so heavily its coming down the fireplace in my room.
I don’t really mind, because I have an amazing motown mix playing.
I know I said I was going to clear this stuff away
but by “clear” I meant “build”
and “away” I meant “into a fort”
because its late, snowing heavily, I’ve been to a funeral, and I just don’t see why I should function like an adult right now
will you hurry up and come in already? you’re letting all the heat out
Q: What’s the difference between a knife fight and a dinner party?
A: About six more glasses of this wine.
“Ash on an old man’s sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
Dust inbreathed was a house—
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,
The death of hope and despair,
This is the death of air.” —
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
Dust inbreathed was a house—
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,
The death of hope and despair,
This is the death of air.” —
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