for myself

oh it has been a truely great day, well actually its been a godawful mess up of a day but i'm tucked in my sheets hearing the rain outside counting my stars i am not living in shed, though mightily tempting thinking the most gloriously wonderful thoughts; i wonder how many people are waking up to backpacking, i didnt like it all the time and it wasnt real pack on my back stuff but it was enough to smile about, enough to sigh happily at the thought i think if i wasnt going dead id reminise some more...sixteen billion people and i'm one of them me me me i'm glad for smart people well i think at this very moment i'm glad for everyone, perhaps not five thousand just yet but hey they're only words i wonder what...well not for now, now is for sleeping and sparkling lights

actually i don't like barley; goodness knows how they get it in a bottle

its happened kiddies, it has finally happened i am officially well and truely and completely o l d
but i did read the cutest, if not a wee bit oddly translated, german poem today so it makes the world loveable again

simply messing about in boats

its a wonder with seven days in a week they don't make paper 2cm shorter really or radios that tell you what song is playing or have more starving africans on the catwalk or tell you on the side of tins that the floating bits inside are actually supposed to resemble things in the outside world. a friend just met a boy and the world is full of promise (though really i think the elephant in room is a cunning money making ploy)

well its been an age and while i can still pull off sweet eighteen

now i've seen it all i mean crystal encrusted baby dummies what the dickens are these people thinking? why don't people invent good things like colloquial french dictionaries and and books teaching the alphabet backwards. i was thinking double headedtoothbrush but then...and as for hideous kinky apart from delightful lead guy what was that about? well i'm allowed to have a bit of a moan, i did my good deed hier. for a whole 5 hours i listened to parents telling me every microscopic detail about their wee ones; the first and quite possibly the last open evening i'll ever volunteer for, its a wonder parents bother looking around school i can understand once but encore? its a sch what can happen, then again the panama hatties kitchen exploded last week and then i taxied all my friends home ...hum blogs, its a bit like therapy to the nation...thousands of souls commiting thoughts to, well its quite a cheery thought someones going to read them oooh lordy its beena while, its crunchie day tremendous