elysia

"When man meets a force he can't destroy, he destroys himself. What a plague you are"

- 30 days of night


This was going to be a post about the significance of Mini E's birthday and the changes that have occured since we were last embarking on such celebrations. Tales of the triumphs against the odds, the amazing things that have happened, the disappointments I've felt, and the countless proud moments.

This was going to be a post about all of the above... but the more that I think about it, the less sure I become as to how I feel about it all.

It goes without saying, however, that I am find myself in awe of Mini E on a daily basis. The kid is full of win.


Five random things for the moment when I do not wish to discuss my actual feelings;


(1) Watching 30 days of night, and spending the whole film wondering whether the head vampire was in fact one of the pet shop boys.

He wasn't.



(2) Buying a little piece of awesomeness for Mini E's birthday. She adores my guitar, but I am not a huge fan of the cat/child effort to break strings/fill guitar with cat biscuits/crayons/hair/playdough.

(3) Realising that Showtime make the best TV programs, and finally giving in to watching the L word. I am currently working my way through Season 3 and am in love with Shane/Katherine Moenning.

I would most certainly give up cock for a woman of that calibre.



(4) Cyclists. Whilst I fully respect the fact that you are using a greener form of transport, and would much rather you bike to work/school/whatever than take a car/bus/whatever, what you must realise is that owning and riding a bike does not make you less of a twat. Instead, you are now a twat in a safety helmet and reflective clothing who is unnecessarily taking up space on the pavement when you should be ON THE FUCKING ROAD. There are lanes especially for you, you bunch of stupid pedalling arm signalling basket wielding fuckwits.

The next cyclist to give me a disapproving 'how dare you and your child take up space on the pavement' look is going to get some sort of stick in spokes/friendly shove action. Cocks.




(5) Shut the airing cupboard, close the lounge door then work at laptop for two hours. Occasionally take out headphones as hearing scratching noises (must be cat at lounge door but do not want to let cat in as he keeps licking papers/sitting in middle of textbooks). Occasionally take out headphones as hear banging. Assume banging is from noisy neighbours upstairs who have just moved in. Go out to check on the cat to find that the cat is missing. Hear a faint meow. Cat in cupboard. Dumbass.



I should be making a marzipan figure of Elmo right about now. Seriously.


"Alcohol's illegal this month. Folks have hard enough time in the dark without booze making it worse"