The struggle is real. Look down and see the sweepings of the street and eat them they are ambrosia whatever your mother says Tell Her Reverence your story let us see if she's impressed you were splashing in the toilet you have faeces on your vest At the end of the day you'll eat nothing … Continue reading If Les Miserables was performed by my one-year-old
1. Just about every song in Mary Poppins. Yes, even 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'. 2. If anyone knows why whispering the last line of Where the Wild Things Are - 'And it was still...hot' - should make tears prick in the back of my eyes, please tell me. Am I allergic to dramatic emphasis? 3. 'Some birds aren't … Continue reading Things I have unnecessarily cried at this week
When I perform 'Bring Him Home' after our Monday morning grocery run, my face is a mask of tragic emotion. So Henry thought. I could tell.
Oh blog, what a terribly long time it’s been. After I last wrote, I fell victim to that blogger’s Kryptonite, Who-Me syndrome. Because I’m no one important, and hence my opinions aren’t important, or at least not important enough to emblazon upon a public chalkboard for any old internet wanderer to see. Who’d be interested, … Continue reading Welcome back, Narcissus
I know my sore throat is in need of medical intervention when... ...I can hit all of Javert's bass notes in 'Stars'. I even got the step-down to 'cha-os' without too much difficulty this morning. Is it wrong that I find this strangely satisfying?