I knew it was too good to last. Not the twix now, I’ll get to that. The kid being a regular teenager. Perhaps she is being a regular teenager and we don’t know how to deal with it. Yesteday was a mad day in work, I was really busy and had to learn stuff as
That’s the name of that poet that she used to hate and now loves. Elizabeth Bishop, she apparently was a lesbian and wrote poems about fish. There’s a joke in there somewhere I just know it. I had a look at some of her poems. Yes, we’ll leave it there shall we?
Yesterday I was too
Yesterday, we met the mate J for a quick drink and a chat which turned into a few more then one. She’s been a bit out of sorts for the last while and she is one of those people who listens to everyone else’s problem, who care about everyone else but never shares her own.
Okay so I’m a laserbeam and I hate poetry. Usually. I mean, I don’t get it. Perhaps I should read more of it, or write more of it How stereotypical could I get. Sitting there, sipping herbal tea, with my birkenstocks on writing really bad poetry. But I stumbled upon this poem for I
This was going to be a major rant but I’ve decided to rise above it. For a number of reasons.
1- I’m not into moaning about my life. Life is too short and I don’t think I have anything to gain by posting up here about how shite life is. If life is shite, do something
