Frogs are evil

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  • I only came here for the drugs QOTD

    Don’t know, well, it’s something I’m more ashamed of than anything else. Long ago in my past, I went through a tough spot. I was being seen by doctors who were quickly trying to help me. This was in 2011-2012, which doesn’t feel like that long ago. I was in crisis, and they prescribed antipsychotics…

  • Blood Brother

    Blood is thicker than water. I used to believe that. I was a naive 16-year-old saying that. Of course, it doesn’t apply in real life. I grew up and realized that you can have ‘a brother from another mother’. Especially true of O. He’s my best friend, someone I consider more of a brother than…

  • A good neighbor? A Si… QOTD

    A good neighbor would be a silent one who, when late at night, sees you digging a 6-foot-deep hole, silently joins you with a spade, and you dig together. That’s neighborly love. Maybe in my warped mind. A good neighbor knows when to come round, take a hint, defrost each other’s cars in the morning,…

  • Documentaries & Capital Punishment

    Documentaries & capital punishment. Lately, I’ve been watching documentaries on the BBC iPlayer site, mostly featuring Louis Theroux. He briefly mentioned documentaries that had an impact on him and listed several. I’ve been working my way through them. One of them follows a man during his last 14 days on death row and continues up…

  • Daily writing prompt

    A blog post, simply because I have no idea where to start or what to type about. I quit blogging after my last post. I cancelled the payments, which then pulled my domain, and yeah. It wasn’t until I spoke to D about it that I realized that I enjoy blogging and that it is…

  • Why do I do this?

    Its now common that I go to dotis house at least three days in a week. Whether thats for baby sitting duties, or fixingan alexa thats gone postal. I was there yesterday kids came home, hung out with the kids for as long as they could manage. F was due to come back for 7pm…

  • Ode to a kettle

    Oh, kettle, kettle, noisy thing,You whistle and you sing.You wake me up in the morning,And my ears you’re always boring. But I can’t live without you,My cup of tea, it’s true.You boil the water perfectly,And make my day so sweetly. So thank you, kettle, for all you do,Even though you’re a bit of a shrew.

  • And the lord said…

    Let there be light! a flat! And it was good. Great news! After a fantastic month and a half at the motel, I have successfully secured a lovely flat. I am thrilled to share that I passed all the necessary checks with flying colors and even aced a phone interview. The flat is currently undergoing…

  • Memories

    Dear Mother… [Verse 1]Cross my heart and hope to dieYou never cross my fucking mindDo you know what your little lies do?You know what I had to fight throughNothing that you say is mildly trueSpit deceit through shifty smilesTwo faces you’ve had for a whileYou act like such a fucking child [Verse 2]Who are you…

  • QOTD!

    Well, my parents come from different countries. My Mum was Dutch and my Dad was Scottish. Both had diferent hertitages as you can imagine. The Scottish side I was more intersted in, especially the food side of things. My Granny used to cook some beautiful tripe with all the trimmings. Then there is haggis which…