August 19, 2009 – 5:04 am
Travelling to Montenegro. Offline until September. Back with proper material after that.
Today we embark on the final leg of the Road Trip (Washington DC to Chicago, via West Virginia, Ohio and Indiana) so proper posting will resume when I’m reunited with the loving arms of London internet on Sunday.
I would apologise for writing about Chicago before writing about Segment 1 of the road trip (Northern Illinois and Iowa) or my 29th birthday which I celebrated on the Mississipi with a boatful of Texan octagenerians, except that my rudementary set-up of phone and keyboard doesn’t let me post any pictures and also I’m [...]
Parenthood seems like a daily embodiment of Stockholm Syndrome, in which you passionately love your tormentor even though they wish you never to sleep, eat, use the bathroom or have sex in peace as long as they can help it. And you, sad tool, grow to like it or at least stop questioning it as [...]
N:Our plants seem diminished and sad. Perhaps I should pull up some of these weeds that have conquered the flowerbeds.
Z:Yes, it’s a possibility. On the other hand, our plants are so ungrateful, all: This soil is too hard! You don’t water me enough! Angle me more prosperously towards the sun! At least the bloody weeds [...]
Although I am in the present day struggling to populate my 4000 word due-in-less-than-a-week essay with worthy sentences, I can but witstfully remember the days (all ages ending in ‘een’) when output wasn’t the problem.
There were many masterworks from that period (including an illustrated two-volume opus, narrated by horses) which unfortunately has been lost [...]
My father has been dead for twenty years. Having lived with it for so long, in certain ways his absence is a relief. It is nice to be able to live out my life without worrying about the apoplexy that would follow every visible piercing or boyfriend and without the constant flux of his vanishings [...]
Dear Diary,
This day marks 15 and a half months of imprisonment in this frustrating world, and this miserable fleshly shell.
I hate the fact that I cannot watch airplanes every waking breathing moment of my day, and I hate having my nappy changed, but most of all I hate my mother. She’s such a bitch!
Take yesterday, [...]
Today, I can only offer you small bits and pieces of woe since I am ill, which is both wretched and dull.
1. Morose Frog Baby wants you to know that he also knows suffering:
2. George the Cat padded into the house from the garden, carrying a largish dead bird by its head all ‘Look at [...]
February 24, 2009 – 3:20 pm
I wish I had known a year ago how happy I would end up being, or how much I would enjoy this boy.
When he was born I thought he looked like a spaceman, someone who has come on a long journey and from far away. He had deep-space eyes. Undersea eyes. Dark grey and liquid [...]
