oops, I did it (yet) again

We've all been there.
It's a rainy Saturday.
The person you have plans with suddenly cancels.
You're sat there in your room watching telly
and idly googling stuff...

What to do?
The obvious thing is -
Get a tattoo!

Or maybe that's just me?
And how I roll.

Ink me up baby!
sab x

Epic lawl

Dude at 0:58 - you rock my world!

sab x

the kiss of life

What a beautiful name for something so clinical.
Artificial respiration

Things I am embracing:
my inner chav
sci-fi
the cooling of my heart
my own fallibility

Things that are embracing me:
music
darkness
the winter inside

I need someone to kiss me
and bring me back to life.

the good old days?

Going through your old texts and/or facebook/myspace messages
is not something I'd recommend.
At least not if you're anything like me...

I miss those days.
I had a life.
Places to go, things to do, people to see
and (to quote my sister) boys to seduce.
How did this happen?
How am I sat at home on a sunday
looking back on the good old days?
(ignoring the fact that I'm suffering from a fatal cold)

This was a mistake.
This is only bringing me down.
I was actually ok before this little trip down memory lane.
Feeling quite cheerful.
Way to sabotage yourself Sab!

I'm going to go be depressed now.

see ya on the flip side
sab x

Beddy bye-byes for me

I've been working on this long, serious
blog post about being a feminist
and liking music
and being pissed off.
And it doesn't make any sense.
My head feels like it's full of cotton wool.
I'm struggling, through a fog, to make any sense.

Is this what being stupid feels like?

So I ate half a burrito,
(yay for the new burrito place down the road)
took some more paracetamol, ibuprofen,
nasal spray and cough medicine
and now I'm going back to bed.

My angry post will have to wait.
I'll revisit/finish/rewrite it when I feel better.
I'm going to watch stupid videos on youtube for a while
then go to bed.

Y'all be good now.

sab x

Woe is me and all that

I have actually taken the day off work today.
Achy, snotty, feverish, coughing up a lung.
That's me.

Oh, and I can't sleep.
The whole too hot/too cold thing
is throwing me of my game.
That and the need to blow my nose
every five minutes.
And when I do my head feels like
it's going to explode.
Also if I lean over.
Except then it feels like my face is going to fall off.

Boo hoo.

I've dosed myself up with paracetamol,
nasal spray and cough syrup.
I'm going to listen to some music and try to sleep.

And hope that I'll be well enough, by 6.30,
to go see G in his play.
I missed it last year and I'll be damned if I miss it again!

Whine, whinge, whine, whinge.

I want my mummy.
And recorded Lucky Luke episodes on the telly.
And tea with honey drunk through a straw.
On the sofa.

sniff
cough

sab x

I'm lovin' it