himynameisbainsy

Just so you know, I've been telling people these are real for ages....

LOOKSIE

I stumbled accross these on Amazon... Purely coincidental, but they do seem to tell their own dark story...

And my favourite....

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I like postcards in that they are so open, any number of people who handle to postcard from sender to recipiant can have a read of the information contained within.

That said, I can't remember the last time I sent a postcard, they frustrate me with there limitations, here is a slight poem thing I wrote dedicated to the postcard:

Dear Mr Postcard
I am no longer talking to you
You pretend I can write on you
But as soon as I start to, you
Run me out of space
And all I’ve said is hi
The rest I wrote is waste
Meaningless meaningless
Like 'Today I ate my sandwich toasted'
Which can never be unwritten
Merely posted

What is it with women and their handbags that they can never, never locate their phone. All the women I've ever met, without exception, store their mobile so deep down in the darkest recesses of their Prada or Vuitton's that they have to drop breadcrumbs behind them everytime they want to check for messages. Soon as that familiar ring goes off they start scrabbling around like puppies in a sandpit, turfing keys, tampons and God knows what else out of their satchels and always, always

managing to just miss the call. Then what do they do? Put the phone right back at the bottom, dump everything on top and shuffle it all about like a toy in a cereal box! I mean c'mon! Those bags have like a million pockets. They have pockets within pockets! Please for the love of all things sacred will you just start using one, just one tiny little compartment to keep your mobile close to home!

- Update.... My friend Anna assures me that she never loses her phone in bags! :)

Our flat has thin walls.

I am currently being kept awake by my flat-mates snoring.

It sounds like he's dragging a heavy chest of drawers across the floor.

Pausing every inch to take a breath.

I would like to kill him.

I Haven't seen this movie yet, but from the trailer, it could be the best movie ever!

Some girl asked me if I ever “get down”.

I said, “Do you mean dance? Cause we have some new lingo these days.” She said “No, depressed.” apparently I am always smiling, but: I, like all of you, have many ups and many downs. Some ups are higher than others and some lows are lower. There’s a great Colin Hay song called, “I’m Doing Fine” where he sings:

“Sometimes I’m up…

and sometimes I’m falling down.

Lately my luck…

Has been dragging on the ground”

I've got a sock problem. The numbers just don't add up. Way too many foot warmers, none of which are pairs. I hold them up side by side, at various angles and in various lights, they look identical, but when I put them on there are very slight, very subtle, almost imperceptible differences: one is too soft, the other too long; one is too baggy, the other too scratchy; one has stitching, the other a pattern. And I spend the whole day walking around feeling all unbalanced. It's very odd.

Okay, so over the past few weeks there's been some speculation and rumors bout whats been going on with me and all that lark, and so I kinda just wanted to put the record straight on a few things and hopefully to reassure people that have been worried 'bout lil old me.

Okay, basically, the last few months have been quite stressful, for one really core reason, I'm not about to throw accusations around about who did what and who's fault everything is, but the end result is that I've fallen out with a few people who I'd previously considered close friends.

Well this is obviously not a great situation, and of course I'm sad to lose some friends, ultimately there were a lot of issues in those friendships, the kind of things you don't really notice until you take a step back, and can see things from different perspectives.

Ultimately I've wound up in a situation now, where I don't have to consider these people's thoughts and opinions, and I'm free to be myself, which ultimately is something that I kinda lost track of.

So overall, I'm fine, and good, and happy.

And I hope that is how the other people involved feel.

To further reassure people, I'm not about to kill myself, nor am I depressed or anything of that nature, god knows how these rumors start.... but thats all they are, rumors!

Peace Out!

Okay, So I don't speak / read French, but this got pointed out to me a few days ago. Apparently there is a small cheese manufacturer in France that produces cheese from human breast milk. I guess it’s real, I can read French, but here’s the website

. Supposedly it’s organic…whatever that means.

To be honest I won’t eat it unless I know it is made from the finest Cambodian Breast Milk – we all have our standards!