Whinging and stuff

Just got done watching "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert." How young Hugo looked, and talk about the forehead and eyebrows of doom! It isn't a movie that I like especially well but his voice makes up for a great deal. I shut my eyes and just listened...sighs dreamily.

I can't believe it's already Thursday, where the hell does the time go? I have so many things I have to get through this month and so many stupid bills to pay. Why did I get two credit cards in college? Apparently the Pope is in his "last days," I'm cheered by that. People in their "last days," usually live another decade or so. He came here almost 20 years ago and went with my mother, aunt and cousins to see him. The main thought in my and my cousins' heads was, "We get to stay up late and miss school tomorrow!" Kids!

It's been threatening rain all day, by that I mean it's been humid, breathless and thundery...lovely weather for my sinuses! I ran out of Pedigree beef dinners and had to give the dog dry dog food instead...now she's giving her bowl offended looks.
This is all too depressing, there must be some chocolate somewhere in this house.
The daily dose of Nesta...because he looks like I feel right now...stupid sinuses!

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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