Cake and Bowl

Sometimes you get to eat the cake. Sometimes you just get to lick the bowl.

V Cool t-shirt designs by Fuzzy Logic

Loving these v cool t-shirt designs - by Fuzzy Logic aka Robbie Graham, a 24.48 year old boy (brother of fashionista Julie-Anne Graham - www.curioustales.com). Go rate his tees on threadless!

Women. Know Your Limits.

Girl and Boy Go on a Journey

Girl and Boy are walking home at dusk.

Girl: Where are we going?

Boy: Home.

Girl: I didn't mean that.

Boy: What?

Girl: I meant, where are we going?

Boy: Back to the flat?

Girl: Nooooo. I meant, where are we going?

Boy: Oh right.

Silence.

Boy: Where are we going?

Girl: On a passionate journey together through life.

Boy: Oh. Ok.

Girl and Boy continue walking together on their passionate journey through life.

I'm going to miss the leaves

So it's Autumn, and the trees outside my windows are all yellowy orange green brown, and the leaves are thinning. You know, I liked those leaves. I liked the way they broke up the light in my flat, they way they sounded in summer. I'm going to miss those leaves.

Girl Drinks Coffee

Girl: If you loved me, you'd make me a coffee.

Boy: Do you want a coffee?

Girl: No. But if you made me a coffee, I'd drink it, because I love you.

Boy makes Girl coffee. She drinks it. They live happily ever after.

Shhhhhhhhhh...the ten day migraine has gone asleep

...so I'm trying to creep around my head, to make gentle movements, to be quiet as a mouse in order not to waken that stupid bloody screaming pain in my head.

But it's hard to creep around whenever it's a sun shiny day here in Belfast, with blue skies and hot coffee and green&black's organic chocolate flapjacks aplenty! And the head doesn't hurt this morning. So of course I want to go rush outside, climb a mountain, surf a few waves, drink some Guinness and finish my novel.

And it's hard not to creep around whenever you've spent the last 10 days creeping around because of the pain in your head. I have my brain back, I want to use it. I'm not in pain, so I want to run about like a toddler on caffeine.

Hmmmm. Perhaps I ought to realise that there might be a middle ground between being comatose and hyperactive. A middle ground that doesn't involve wearing woollie cardies and watching Neighbours.