noticed: the low clouds are moving faster than the high clouds. it looks snowy out there (it's not, its summer… for what that is worth here in christchurch. change is the only certainty… and all that).
 i am reminded of a sweet song about a bird in the snow

i am on the search for the prefect pen. i have found one suitably named Ero. i want it. i want to write postcards with real ink and use real stamps and send them to real people. this typing just isn't the same, it doesn't fill me with quiet satisfaction the way a good pen does. so, i shall make it so. i have the power to change my small world for the better.
:-D

xe

swan plant flowers. for greg.

it's all in a day's work. well, a work christmas party that is. thanks to gapfiller for the dance-o-mat experience, it was the perfect interlude between dinner and our shindig.

here, tonight.

fire on high street

soul destroying to see more of my beautiful city disappear. as if earthquakes weren't enough.
this block of high street was home to many of my regular haunts pre-quake. makes me cry.

goodnight christchurch

xe

a little story to warm the cockles of your heart.

picture this:
i'm driving home, window down, blasting a bit of country (of course). i'm in a left turning lane, when beside me pulls up a station wagon filled with hi-viz wearing dullards. i glanced across and sneered slightly before turning my attention back to my tune.
after a moment i became aware that they were yelling something at me. to be exact: "do you need a bit of cock in yer mouth?!"
..to which i replied at full volume, " i heard you didn't have one!"
so childish... so satisfying, and i laughed all the way down barbadoes st.

i'm going to go to bed so that i can wake up and drink coffee
and then i'm going to go to work early and drink coffee

pour one's heart out to someone, and pour one's heart out

Fig. to tell one's personal feelings to someone else. I didn't mean to pour my heart out to you, but I guess I just had to talk to someone. She poured out her heart to her friend.