Fuzzy bellies

One of life’s mysteries has been the topic of conversation with me and my friends today. You know, the kind of mystery that has been around forever but you never got around to solving, right? So. Now that we’ve concluded that we cannot find any decisive and undeniably correct reason….it is time to ask you

I can’t even remember

Darling,Can you recall the last time you hurt?Really hurt?Hurt so bad you couldn’t breathe?Hurt so deep you couldn’t see?Hurt so much you couldn’t bear?I bet you think you can.I bet you think you should.I bet you think you have to. Need to even.But I also bet that you don’t.That you can’t really recall the burn.

Simple Solutions

Life, as a teacher, tends to offer a plethora of lessons. And most of those, I find, are quite similar. Life is hard. Life is complicated. Life ain’t straightforward. Life is messy, and chaotic. Painful and unfair and anything but under your control. Sometimes, though – you start to realize that life might not be

Double-Planning

Now. Let me start off by saying that I’m generally a very organised person. I am. There’s lists that I make for everything, and then some just to keep track of the lists – and in my house the locale of pretty much any item is predetermined, or narrowed down to three possible spots. My

Come prepared.

I’ve already rehearsed, Every….possible…option. Every location. Every situation. I’ve already imagined, Every….thing…that you could say. Would say. Should say. I’ve already practised, Every….thing…I might reply. Want to reply. Can’t reply. I’ve already calculated, Every….possible…win. Ran through every probable loss. Balanced out my arguments, and figured out yours. Mediated your demands and summarized my needs. I’ve

Peeptoes

Two days this week. Two days that I got to dress in normal clothes. Put on normal (instead of bad lighting and Microsoft Teams) make-up. And speak to normal (relatively 😈😈), actual, real life people. It’s kinda shocking how ‘odd’ that feels after the year we’ve had. And how much I did-not-hate having to get

Discrepancies

Todays blog is going to be a short little thing. Unlike the ones you’re used to from me, I wager, seeing as I have this tendency to WAY overstep ‘normal’ blog-lengths (although, all of you reading generally don’t really seem to mind). I can’t help it. I’m a wordy little bitch. And I just have

Fated

I don’t need to see youTo know that you’re mine.And don’t need to feel you,To have us intertwine.But when you are not with me,You best know that I pine,To have you here beside me,Cause together we’re a sign…For things yet to come,And things yet to pass,For things yet to happen,And things yet to last.Because us

Art of the Grind

Gaming has taught me a lot in life. Mostly that I have a strange fashion sense, a tendency to giggle at excesses of violence and a huge AWWWWW obsession with the cute, fluffy or bouncy critters that show up in most games. But gaming has always also highlighted some of my talents, next to these

Whole

I wither Like a flower without sun Or a tree without water When I live without your touch. I crumble Like a brittle sandcastle to the sea Or a ruin of old When I live without your strength. I falter Like a record that’s been scratched Or a train without rails When I live without