we're not gonna live in fear

i'd like to give a shout out to  mr john farnham. you are the voice. try and understand it. make a noise and make it clear.

oooooooooooooOOOAAAaaaaaooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooooooooooooo


ne'vr has a truer word been spoken by a man with a mullet. and he really does have quite impressive eyebrows.

joking aside, we're all someone's daughter, we're all someone's son. how long do we look at each other, down the barrell of a gun?



...in all fairness, the only thing i saw down the barrell of a gun was a rabbit, and when i shot i hit dirt and ended with a very sore shoulder [he would be the perfect 7s costume. dammit].

in conclusion, i hate not being heard. in the immortal words of mr farnham, "we're not gonna sit in silence". i just need to find a way to express myself better. the end. (in case you were confused).

my dick in a box babe

this girl i know likes to hug all the time...with a dick in her.


best thing i have heard all week.

better to jump than hesitate

i have been wondering lately why personal history repeats like a 3am kebab? is it because they are learnt behaviours, things we have done before so we know them and feel safe with them, even if they are detrimental to us? is it karma paying it back on you for being an idiot the 1st time around or some other perceived injustice? or is their something about us, do we just bring the same things onto ourselves over and over again?

i have a tattoo, nothings gonna change my world. when i got it it was (and is) my favourite beatles song, it meant that i controlled my world, my future (as cheddar as that sounds) now it seems to mean that my world will stay the same until i change. and i seem to be about as useless at that as i am at changing a tyre.

stupid permanent tattoos.

today is going to be the day that we're gonna throw it back to you

why does he do this to me? i would say someone needs to mark chapman his ass, but that would enhance his self-belief.

why liam? why?

live off the millions of oasis royalties you earnt and save me ears and me heart the trouble.

(i'm not sure if its me being mental, but if you say it fast beady eye it sounds like beatles).

she don't eat meat but she sure likes the bone

i discovered today that bone'ng is not a word people like to use in polite conversation.


it is making me rethink the company i keep...




who the bloody hell doesn't like bone'ng?

there is noone compares with you

in bed, in my towel, with red wine in hand and  tiger by my side on the tunes.

im tempted to not move for a very long time. or untill my wine runs out and i need more. i have a sore heart.

i want a c o o l r i d e r

i didn't get much sleep last night, old brain whirring shenanigans, and in my restlessness, i decided there is a deeper meaning to cool rider (quite possibly one of the greatest songs off a soundtrack of all time).

what that deeper meaning is i am not quite sure of yet. girls want the guy that is gonna make them "excited" (not the gutter version of excited...well maybe gutter)?

i think potentially i just love the song and it was in my head. check the wicked bad moves. she choreographed that shit herself.