Teacups and Dresses
pretty little things
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Photoset reblogged from Intelligently Screwed. Ho yeah, it's alright.
(Source: hungoverhaymitch)
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I wonder what it will be like when my generation has children and they grow up to be teenagers. Given reproductive trends maybe 20-30 years from now. A group of pissed off, angsty teenagers will have access to the pissed off angsty thoughts of their parents
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One the weekend I had a misadventure involving an apple cake. Before I begin I should like to state that I am a competent cook. I can make a wicked cheesecake, lemon tart and even cook food that you eat for dinner. However this time my efforts were unsuccessful.
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The purpose of writing is manifold, but its crux it is expression and communication. Expression of facts, ideas, emotions, views and person. These are all intrinsic to writing’s beauty. Yet none are the part I love most. Above all I love the power of writing to evoke a feeling in the reader. When just by reading they experience that which they otherwise wouldn’t.
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So one of my aims for this year was to figure out what I want to do at uni. I thought I might like to do a degree in Journalism, but in typical me fashion wanted certainty; wanted to be 100% sure that a life writing was for me. This year I am meant to write; meant to figure out if writing is for me by writing. However the year is three months old and I have written but two whingy posts and a bunch of stuff for work. The time has come to write.
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So I hate my job, not that it wasn’t forseable to everyone but me, but I am actually really disappointed by this. I had all these high hopes for a brilliant year full of money and no responsibility. Thus far it has been 1st world shit. I go to work each day, often crying on the train. I then sit at my desk and turn on the computer and wait. And wait. And wait for something to do, for a client to call or someone to ask me to do something. My upper body is in alot of pain due to sitting at a desk all day and the injury I did last year.
I have started applying for jobs, hopefully one of these comes through, and my life will look up a bit.
In other news I have started rewarding myself with alcohol, G&T after work and cider on friday nights. Its probably not good but it is getting me through.
God I am a whiney bitch
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Post reblogged from Mad as a Hatter, Thin as Dime
