It’s his birthday…

only, he’s dead.

Still thinking of you Drew.  Not daily anymore, but probably once or twice a month.  Hah, you’d roll in your grave. Asshole.

/nostalgic surreality/

Life’s waste

Waste is seeing a six year old in a hospital bed with no hair
Waste is having the perfect pizza being eaten in front of you while on diet
Waste is buying the perfect pair of shoes in the wrong colour
Waste is finally learning how to master that yoga pose and then breaking a leg

Waste is having a phone with ipod capabilities without the earphones
Waste is watching tv without sound
Waste is having a balcony with no view
Waste is meeting the perfect man but finding out he’s gay

Protected: Password – kiki

I’ve added to Morty’s safe keeping

My favourite thing to do is go to the beach alone. I used to live in a flat right on the beachfront and every afternoon I would go down in my work clothes and sit on the shore line and let the waves roll over my feet. As they would seep back into the swell, so would the days tension. I loved it. But then I moved further away, Winter had come and gone, and my life changed.

Ever wondered what a normal ‘news’ day is in SA?

• Here is an interesting one about a guy who got pissed at his two mates so stabbed a chick, went home & knifed his mom, then spiked his dad while sleeping in his bed, stole his moms car and drove to a little clutchplate town called Orkney.  As Karma would have it, he crashed the car which then forced him to leg it a while til he got to a rail way track, where he was then squished to death by a train.  Bugger!
• Another one to read is about a 23 year old undead man. Apparently.  Pay R5 to see the boy who lived (again)!