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A couple of days ago I talked about the ads being run by Yes on 1 and how only complete idiots would actually believe that kind of bullshit, that "gay marriage would be TAUGHT in our public schools". I mean, really? REALLY?! Anyway. Question 1 passed. Yay, let's stomp on the rights of fellow Americans. I've already unfriended a couple of assmunches on Facebook who are all like "I'm so...

I fucked up. I can't think straight enough to write what I want to say. So, unoriginal as I am, I am just going to post a song. Seems appropriate. Angel, come to me To me, come to me Angel belong to me, To me, belong to me Angel you have wings, To fly, fly to me, Angel do you doubt No need to have doubt Angel feel my love My love for you Feel my love for you, Angel...

Lillian had recently turned five when Liam deployed. The photo above is from the night that he left. I've told the story so many times that you'd think I wouldn't feel the need to choke back tears when telling it one.more.time. The soldiers above are standing in formation listening to their briefing. It was cold. Too cold for her to be without a jacket. Koyan was a restless mess in my...

I'm a Few Years Older Than You I was sitting on the train from Victoria the other night and let's face it, I was sulking. I'd been to a comedy gig on Warren Street because my friend was running it and a couple of my other friends were performing and I'd sat there and drank whiskey and paid £2 to get in and I hadn't been on stage myself (trying to prepare for the eventual stopping point in...

Hey, so im new to this whole diary thing, i've never had one before, the writing puts me of. But typing is different, easier. I will tell you all about my life, friends, school and anything random and/or fun i get up to. My favourite poeple ever are my friends - Niamh B, Becca, Niamh C, Hannah, Rachel, Maeve and Kathryn. There are others so sorry if i didn't mention you. I will never...

The thought comes to mind for me of how we can all tend to develop what I like to call “selective” hearing at times. This is especially true in both the position of a child or parent, and we often have the ability to selectively ‘screen’ or filter through (whether it be good, bad or indifferent—we all do it), and tune out certain ‘stimuli’. Perhaps it what we are ‘conditioned’ to do with what...

Where I work I spend most of my time in two rooms, the kitchen and dining room. They are open to each other. In those two rooms there are four clocks. Should I venture into either bathroom there’s a clock there, too. I never have to wonder or worry about what time it is. Time. When we think about it we wonder what time it is. We wonder if we’re late or early. How much time do we have? ...

Okay. So lets start off with Thursday: I go to school. I'm scared my ass off that I am going to get ISS for putting orajel in Jame's pocket. So I go to second hour, and I tell James to get me out of trouble and I'll never be mean again. But yeah by the time second hour ended, I got called to Mr.Richards office. I get there and I'm surprised I don't start crying. I hate getting...

Listening to: the Pogues. I know, I know, I havn't written in a while.  I'm sure you've all been feverishly checking your favourites list every half an hour, getting up in the middle of the night to see whether I've finally broken my silence: my thanks to my adoring fans for being so supportive at this difficult time. Seriously though. Have spent much of the ten days with various...