Mouse Hand

Thinking::It's been a while since I blogged.

Freezing::My tatas off.

Suffering::From 'mouse hand'.

Knitting::A scarf for James

Wanting::A Grotto

Feeling::Menstrual

Pondering::If it pedestrians should need licenses to walk, especially in crowds, supermarkets and on escalators.

Needing::A sewing machine and a graphics tablet. And a bigger house.

Craving::Sunshine.

Watching::Through windows.

Wondering::If I'm ok.

Cleaning::The house, soon.

Walking::To the shop to get make bread to make my bitch lunch.

Drawing::Alot, a new found hobby.

Going::Full time, next week.

Contemplating::My business plan.

Making::Lists.

Also Wanting::Tattoos. And money.

Fearing::Death. My own and others. Mainly others. So many people die unexpectedly each day, what makes us so lucky.

Dreaming::So much I wake up exhausted.

Missing::Opportunities. And Friends.

Hating::My inability to convert motivation to action.

Lusting::Over rock stars.

Addicted to::Playboy Mansion.

Annoyed by::Being talked down to and treated like a child.

Cutting::My hair, last week. Very Betty Page.

Terrorising::Anyone who will let me.

Thanking::Whoever is reposible for the great things I have in my life. Are you there God? it's me, Margaret.

Begging::My dad for a piece of the moolah. So greedy.

Looking::Forward to getting tax back and being out of debt.

Getting::A phantom skull ring! RAGH!

Shaking::A baby now, shaking a baby! Twist and shout. Perhaps my best (and worst) mondegreen.

Loving::Y'all.

Going::Now

Saying::Goodbye.

Goodbye.