Change is good, right?
A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
A sparsely-updated blog by a crazy woman with bad taste in almost everything.
Change is good, right?
I saw this poem today, made the day a little brighter!
I took this pic last summer at my parents’ house. My brother had had a party the night before, and clearly decided to be responsible about the recycling. Or else there’s a better story. Any ideas?
You know those montages in silly Hollywood movies where one character lets themselves go completely and sits around watching daytime tv and eating cereal and wearing pyjamas/tracksuits all day with messy hair and an ever-expanding waistline? That’s me. For the past four and a half months, since my contract wasn’t renewed at the place were I worked and loved it, I’ve been a Hollywood stereotype. And yes, I’m listening to Rachmaninov’s second piano concerto at the…
Colmmacc is really as good at cropping photos as he is at taking them. We were driving around Galway at the weekend, and I was snapping away as he drove. He’s put some of my snaps up on his flickr, and I’m surprised at how well some of them turned out. Maybe I should buy a *cough* SLR *cough*