I want a boyfriend that sings like Robert Pattinson…
I should never think
What’s in your heart
What’s in our home
So I won’t
You’ll learn to hate me
But still call me baby
Oh Love
So call me by my name
And oh, save your soul
save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
Before nothing can be done
I’ll try to decide when
She’ll lie in the end
I ain’t got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
To tell you to hold off
You choose to hold on
It’s the one thing that I’ve known
Once I put my coat on
I’m coming out of this all wrong
She’s standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I’m in love
I’m in love
Girl save your soul
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
And before nothing can be done
‘Cause without me
You got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Hold on
…it’s funny how i’ve always considered myself to be a fine example of someone who’s emotionally stable, doesn’t over react and has a solid grasp of reality. The truth is, so i’ve just realised, is that i’m a complete nutcase that jumps to the nearest most unreasonable conclusion unless i get outside assistance from The Mim.
Thanks for keeping my inner hulk in check mirrim.
@ being a deluded idiot for too long.
…a direct quote from the universe telling me to stop wearing hats?
…is not a privilege i deserve.
This is my Granddad, Pop. His nickname was ’Sonny’ because he used to be really cheerful, then he served in WWII for 6 years and came home a different man. My nan stayed married to him until his death in 1996. I’m always proud to tell people about him because he survived d-day. He drove the flat bottomed boats from the ships to the shore back and forth and basically had to drive all his friends to their death, who wouldn’t be a changed man after that? On his wedding day, he called round for his best man but found out he had been KIA. He didn’t tell my nan but instead made up a story about why he wasn’t there and apparently it’s why he looks so ill in all the wedding photos.
:(
He used to sing me “old Amy’s a bunion got a face like a pickled onion got a nose like a squashed tomato and can’t ride her bike”. And then steal my nose.
He’s pictured here in his naval uniform:
Good genes right?
This is my mum. When i think of a cartoon baby this is pretty much exactly it:
…complete with plug in hands. Hi mum. She grew up and gave birth to this scruffy joker:
Apparently i never laughed as a baby and didn’t speak until i was 3.5 at which point i suddenly started speaking in full sentences. Children are funny.
This Wednesday it will be 91 years since the formal end of WWI and roughly 54 years since WWII. Certainly thankful i’m not rotting in Dachau.
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
The waiters didn’t let us down on the condiment front…
snarf
