.... Through a window of a bus, one snainy day.
Sunday, January 06, 2019
Already. Really just popping in to say... that stuff, you know the things I was really going to do this year? Well I never really wrote down a list or even decided exactly what it would all be but, I think I've done some of it. That includes writing on this blog "more regularly" and I'm already writing for the second time this year after six days. If you're wondering if that's the entire reason for this post's existence well yes it is. So there's one. And a bit of some others too. So not bad so far. Ask me in a week though.
Posted by Michelle at 6:49 PM
Tuesday, January 01, 2019
And Happy New Year. It's 2019, the very early part of it and it's this very early part of the year when one is all determined that this will be the year where you do stuff. That can be stuff in general or a particular thing that is a subset of said stuff. In my case it's both, I totally intend to do stuff this year and lots of it, all the while knowing deep down that I won't, at least not all of it or as much of it as I'd like. Still, one intends. The particular thing I intend (but deep down think I won't really) to do is this, write, here on this blog. Just at all, or more. Really it's not that much of a resolution you'd think I should be able to manage it. Pitiful. *shakes head at self*.
Here is me, during last night's/this morning's revelries.
Posted by Michelle at 8:19 PM
Thursday, August 23, 2018
Saturday, May 12, 2018
well.. all this whining on the rare occasions i show up here without really giving details is getting old. Problem is, without doing that, what the hell do I write? I could go into details, maybe I have to, thing is, I don't want to, I really don't want to now. Because things are fucked, really really fucking fucked. I'd say I've descended into the depths of fuckedness but that would be inviting things to fall even further, because they can, they always can, and they usually do. Things is, it's not all that bad so if I go into details, not that it makes all that much difference once I've already declared that yes, things really are shit, whatever they are, but then I'll get all this (at least a bit of it from probably at least one person) seriously concerned and giving suggestions that a: I've thought of and b:e just aren't going to work because things, and I don't have to explain my reasons for everything and meanwhile not actually being able to help because in this case none of you are near enough and that's cool because I know most people just can't, so great, and I know you would all help if you could and already get points for that.. sorry, been a bit like that already and it's a tiny bit annoying and I know it's awful to complain about it because people really are just concerned and want to be helpful. So, I'm currently "between homes" which is kind of a pain, to put it Britishly, and my cats, which were getting a bit numerous and out of hand for anyone without a country estate anyway have gone to live somewhere else, and I miss them terribly. And my stuff is still on the stairs of my old building and taking time getting moved for general reasons which is really getting on my nerves. So that's how it is. I think I gave enough details there.
Sunday, April 29, 2018
Monday, April 02, 2018
This will either be a boring post about the weather, or an equally boring post about my life, vaguely outlined using the weather as a metaphor, I will see. It is spring, technically and also sort of really. The days are longer promising to get warmer but don't necessarily really, bla bla bla. It promises to get warmer in the next few days. It's not rainig at all now, but it promises to rain. Probably drizzle, the drizzle continues and it never pours, this is the metaphor bit. You see, it was raining, but the pouring never came. Now it promises to not quite pour but, whatever I said in the last post about it raining slightly more substantially than a light shower. Is shower lighter or heavier than light rain, or drizzle? I think I asked that in the last post too. So that, it's sort of promising to do that, again, as it does every so often, and that ,combined with the actual climatical spring, promised or otherwise is giving me a sense of something resembling hope, which will likely come crahing down or at least sliding down when I sit down one day and realise 5 out of 5 and a half promises turned into nothing. Oh well, at least I have this brief moment without which I would be very glum for very long indeed. What I'd really like is more stuff, and better stuff, but sometime the dreams are less fun than they should be when I start actually counting on them happening and when they like, don't, it's a problem. It also makes the reality, stuff I do get much less exciting as it never equals the wild fantasies in my head, which are never really all that wild as, are really good things that are beyond happening to me, at the moment, at least in those quantities. Yeah that's it, the second one, boring combination piece, weather and metaphor for. Hope you got something out of that.
Monday, March 19, 2018
It's not actually, literally. It's cold, one day before spring and we're having another one of those lovely freezes, and we had some snow, which is still lying around all hard and icy, but i wasn't actually writing about that. I was talking metaphorically. It's not raining metaphorically either, let alone pouring but it is, hmm, which one is the more modest, showers or light rain? I don't know. It might be drizzling. It could turn into rain but I don't want to count my chickens to add in another overused cliche to the mix, before they've, yanno, what chickens do. So some stuff is going on and there's other potential stuff. This time among the lots of potential stuff there are a few confirmed things so I can breathe for a minute. Only a minute though. Nothing too spectacular and not that much of it but for me, this is.. well, it's fucking pouring. Pouring I tell you!!!! Don't worry I'll be back to whining about something soon enough, I might even show up here to do it.