bored, biros are perfect for the frustration that simmers like a pot of pasta at work.
The minutes tick away for my arrival at the pool to strengthen and ease the muscles in my neck, shoulders and heart.
If it wasn’t for my new collection of the heights and lows and sideways of fashion sitting in my dusty wardrobe with the broken doors that takes 30 seconds to kick and pull,
Flimsy dresses, flouncy skirts, floaty tops and fiddly shoes,
In this torrid weather, 43 degrees today apparently,
I’d have broken down by now.
(I am suddenly [...]
Two new things in the land of Lizard -
1) My mum landed herself a new dog – a 1 year old kelpie with its puppy-factory-machine intact. It seems that an Syrian couple found something up with their visa, faced being deported, and having already owned this dog – asked this couple to take the dog [...]
One curious little habit I’ve noticed at work…
On occasion, an image must be squeezed into the layout of the page, bumping and pushing the text all around, and I must clip and snip away so that the result is a pleasing and neat little aura of black letters and numbers around the photograph of some [...]
Walking to work this morning,
Why did the drizzle smell so strongly of fish sauce?
As I type, I have Super-Sayian hair. Curses all of those Lush products and my natural hair (which I have finally stopped pulling out) that loves to curl and wurl and yet not appear curly. Just very wavy. Like a disco dancer. Drunk.
Last night was lovely, went to a punk fest all glammed up with [...]