bloody hell i listen to a lot of rubbish when i feel down.
:D
Well....not rubbish exactly, but jesus......
Don't know what I mean?
Well, get a load of this lot.
Run to him - Bobby Vee
I don't wanna talk about it - Indigo Girls
You can't always get what you want - the Rolling Stones
Would I lie to you - Eurythmics
Queen bitch - Bowie
Who wants to live forever - Queen
Hoy es adios - Santana
Sunny - Bobby Hebb
Sorrow - The Merseys.
I could go on forever
I own such a collection of music to slit your wrists to.
:D
Heh.......
Trouble is I listen to a couple and the I get all 'what the hell are they going on about' and start closing them as they start and going on to the next track.
I guess I'm just not built for wallowing in self pity.
Well.....
Not much....
;D
This is a training exercise for the stuff that I will no doubt talk to myself loudly about in the sreet once my marbles go completely, because I absolutely intend to grow old disgracefully. In the unlikely event that this should be read by someone who actually knows the flesh and blood me, please note that all opinions, mad ideas and general thought-streams are mine alone and have no bearing on those of my employers, workmates or relatives [ blood or otherwise ]
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Down
I just read a post from one of my friends about the fact that he has just found a lump in his cat, and the vet has given him days to live, and now i'm sitting here sobbing my socks off.
I know that its all bloody hormone related, but as I read it I could remember exactly how it felt to stroke my cat as she died after we found she had liver failure and her life had become completely miserable.
I stood next to her all curled up on the table and I couldn't see her properly through my tears, but I could feel her get more and more still, till eventually she stopped breathing altogether.
I miss her so much.
I know that Dave really isn't a cat person, and I pretend that I don't really care and that they are a pain, but I would love to have cats again.
So now I'm feeling all stupid and weepy.
I know that its all bloody hormone related, but as I read it I could remember exactly how it felt to stroke my cat as she died after we found she had liver failure and her life had become completely miserable.
I stood next to her all curled up on the table and I couldn't see her properly through my tears, but I could feel her get more and more still, till eventually she stopped breathing altogether.
I miss her so much.
I know that Dave really isn't a cat person, and I pretend that I don't really care and that they are a pain, but I would love to have cats again.
So now I'm feeling all stupid and weepy.
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