Well that's not the real title. When this here journal got to 100 entries I thought that perhaps it might be a tidy figure to leave it at - but here it is 101 and I can't help myself.
O.K. A proper title can be late night lament because I can't think of anything else and because it's a song title ( The Moody Blues). I always thought Justin Hayward was quite lovely, but never been sure which team he bats for, incidentally.
Having a little spot (had to tie it in with dalmatians somehow, just to be a complete tosser) of melancholia at present. (Bondy, I think you can guess why).You know how it is when you get like this - silly things bother your mind
Examples
- whatever happened to my childhood teaset?
- whatever happened to the lovely young man who pretended to be my husband (at a time when I was actually married to another) to deflect the attention of an unwanted Gordon person. Even had a mock argument - it was inspired, brilliant - incredibly realistic. Thank you whoever you were. It was the best husband and wife fight ever. I won't forget you. I think we would be the star pupils at NIDA. Gordon, the intoxicated, was fooled in any case
- whatever happened to my marbles? They became lost some time ago, as anyone who has ever read any of my previous journal entries can attest to. If anyone locates them please call 1800 - LOST.
It probably didn't help my case to watch Grumpy Old Women tonight. This was a bad move. Possibly particularly unhelpful to hear that the thighs of aging women end up resembling tapioca in a string bag. Just fabulous. Haha. Is this the future? Tapioca Tundra - Monkees song. Any excuse will do to mention The Monkees, Mike Nesmith in particular. MIKE NESMITH.
The only positive thing I will relate today is that a couple of weeks ago made a very happy purchase Of The Lone Gunmen series. This was rather happifying. Love that show.
Well no doubt this mood will pass but i wish it'd hurry up. It's the pits.
Mood - slightly melancholy witha touch of daft
Music - crystal ball - keane
Birthdays and getting older is the pits. Grumpy Women will NOT help. But it will make you laugh, and laughing helps. We need to be like my Dad, who at 25 did a U turn and subtracted a year from his age every year. When he got back to 0, he started going forwards again. He's now 23 for the second time. He's quite mad.
I can't find my teaset either. Or my collection of tap-shaped erasers. They smelled like bubblegum and rubber. Mum can still find all her old rubbish - she's never thrown anything out in her life.
Jodie, how did you know!!! Haha . I think that your Dad is onto something there - in fact I believe him to be a genius. (I had an eraser collection as well (we just can't say rubber anymore, can we?) and my favourite was one that smelled of grape bubblegum - thanks for the happy memory).
I survived my day Dafty and it turned out not to be that bad as in previous years . I however decided to 'become' 28 yrs and shall remain that age for the next 20yrs . (This decidsion probably had alot to do with my more positive attitude !! ) What depresses me is that I am now closer to 40 than 30 now and feel I have done nothing with my life AND I still don't know what it is I want to do. But on a more positive note can't say that I ever collected erasers....however it did at one stage (yr 10 and I was 15 )have 310 pictures of Tom Selleck (the man I turned to when I discovered Tim was married ) . Just to top off my day and make you feel better- I was telling my children how the only money we used to get was from taking the soft drink bottles back to the shop where we received 20c a bottle from which we could buy a surfie iceblock and some lollies. Their reply - "Did they have money when you were a kid Mum!!!!" Needless to say they are very fast runners especially with some crazy women chasing them up the driveway madly swinging around a fry pan . AAHHH Children the reason we all age - some of us more badly and quicker than others . Cheers *clink*
daftbird
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. I think that your Dad is onto something there - in fact I believe him to be a genius. (I had an eraser collection as well (we just can't say rubber anymore, can we?) and my favourite was one that smelled of grape bubblegum - thanks for the happy memory).
. I however decided to 'become' 28 yrs and shall remain that age for the next 20yrs 
