Had the two ginger blobs in bed this morning. Hard life. Look at Reenie… Such despondency.
Month: August 2016
I don’t know what’s happening here
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There’s no glitch in the matrix
For the past year or so, I’ve been “arguing” with my folks about a stamp album that I used to have, which they have absolutely no recollection of ever seeing. I’ve been trying to find it on Google and eBay, and it was coming up to the point where I was convincing myself that I had to be wrong, and the rest of the world was right, and maybe somehow I’d just imagined the whole thing. It didn’t seem possible. Well, boo-yah, suck it bitches!!!
My Google-fu has come back, and I managed to find it. Behold, the 1986 Canada Stamp (Scott #1107i) – Henry Hudson / Discovery of the Hudson Bay 34¢, pink print flaw edition.
and the normal, flawless version:
Notice the lack of the pink blotch, middle-left.
So, hopefully now this will jog my parents’ memory and they’ll remember where they “filed” it :)
Seriously though, it goes to show that the information is out there, but without the right search phrase, you’ll find nothing (or everything else).
We’re going to need a bigger pot
I get by with a little help from my friends
What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day
(Are you sad because you’re on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love
Count the shadows
Can hardly contain my enthusiasm
What have I done so far on my birthday? I woke up late, which is always good. Then I went hog crazy and did a couple of loads of laundry, folded said laundry, vacuumed and mopped the floors, and watered the plants.
I am now chilling on the sofa with a glass of coke, a cat and a book. I could do worse. Missing my family though.
Vagina squirrels
This is what I looked like 12 years ago
Mad world
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very, very
Mad world, mad world