I can't get my icam app to work.

What the frick, I just want to watch my dog sleep/go through my laundry basket and torment my cat when I am work...that's not weird.

Move to Canada or UK? Or spend 4 months traveling, this is the most exciting/weighty decision I've had to make in a while.

After six stitches and, thankfully, copious amounts of anaesthetic.

Not so Soft(ball).

Tore open the webbing between my middle and weddingring finger playing softball...on my left hand, yes i'm left handed. This totally rocks, I can't write, draw, cook, paint, give anyone the finger without having to say "read between the lines". Because my entire family has a morbid curiousity/ humour here are some pics...

Mobile Blogging from here.

[Posted with iBlogger from my iPhone]

Linking all my cyber junk!

Sent from my iPhone

INTENSE

Pretty much sums up the last couple of weeks. Seriously all over the shop!

Chris' funeral was a blast...of course it wasn't a blast, it was fucking atrocious that we all finally catch up only to see one of us in a fucking coffin!

Back to life and on a lighter note; Comicbook convention, Kavya's b'day bash, midnight goon jockey, Grindhouse, lavender and musk cupcakes, V FEST, Flogging Molly, SG hook up, visit from my Mum, custom bike/BMX convention, TEQUILA, TEQUILA, TEQUILA and Mexicali Rose.

Phew!

We lost another one...

Regrettably Chris has succeeded in what he has tried numerous times before.

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This is where I was about write how he died but I realised thats not for me to share...
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I feel like I'm violating he's privacy just by writing this but seeing it in black and white makes it very real and cold.

We weren't very close. We didn't even get along and selfishly all I can think is I don't need this.

I feel like an exhausted soldier dodging bullets and watching comrades fall.
I'm not spending my time being excruciatingly sad I'm just sitting still, pondering.