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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: March 2012
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Wednesday, 14 March 2012. Give Me A Job Mr Cameron. An open letter to the Prime Minister. Dear Mr Cameron,. You do not know me, and why should you, since we move in completely different social circles. This is not a unique situation in my store. Only the managers, team leaders, and other essential staff are full time or close. Most of my fellow colleagues are in the same situation. Links to this post. Batman ...
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: November 2011
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Monday, 14 November 2011. The red Victorian wallpaper wasn't working for me anymore. It was getting too "A Study In Scarlet" for me. I like autumnal colours though, so I decided to keep that kind of colour scheme, just go lighter! Disclaimer: Not my puppies. Links to this post. Wednesday, 9 November 2011. And people are nice, which is more important. My manager isn't all, "Targets! MUST MEET OUR TARGETS!
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: August 2013
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Tuesday, 13 August 2013. Having To Move, Yet Again. In the 28 years since I was born, I have been moved ten times. The longest I have spent in one place was 13 years. The shortest, which is my current residence, will be two months by the time I have been moved out, and so I will be on to my eleventh house. Stop the carousel, I want to blow it up. Links to this post. Labels: Acts Of Loki. Musings on the Musical.
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Dwellers Mad Costume Design: May 2011
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Dwellers Mad Costume Design. The not so serious glance into how Dweller thinks up costumey ideas. Saturday, 21 May 2011. Here we have Office Harley, or should that be Casino Harley? I guess it depends if she wears a top under that jacket or not. This one has the red/black split where its expected, a straight skirt and jacket replaces the traditional cat suit, and the collar is shrunken so as not to overpower the jacket. Its one of the few designs that dont involve gloves, and has no head piece. The main ...
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: October 2012
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Tuesday, 23 October 2012. A Small Bit Of News. Ah, hello there fair and gentle reader. Its been a while hasn't it. I know my lines, I've stock-piled Pepsi Max and chocolate, and I am ready to roll. I also have the date set for my first tattoo! I am very excited, even though it isn't until December. But still, only a month away, I can wait. And then everyone can marvel at my geekery, as the tattoo will...But n...
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: December 2011
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Friday, 2 December 2011. Or, Thumbs Are Useful). Everyone knows, that when you are bitten by an animal, there is the chance that you may turn into a superhuman. Especially if that animal is a)irradiated, b)itself a mutant, or c)the bastard spawn of the Devil. The evil two-faced cat that bit me was the bastard spawn of the Devil. In fairness, I was warned that the cat was a bitey cat, and had bitten another fr...
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: August 2012
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Sunday, 26 August 2012. I don't know what to write. I'm looking at my hands and thinking, "Are they mine? Bite a finger and I feel the pain, but is it mine? My mind is blank, and I'm not sure I'm here. I de-stringed a guitar tonight, stripped it of its reason and its voice. I feel a little like that today. Stringless, without reason or voice. Without purpose. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: March 2013
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Tuesday, 5 March 2013. I'm sure I put you in the fridge." I muttered as I hefted the bottle of semi-skimmed milk up from the counter and into said cold-creating device. That done, I opened the oven and retrieved my dinner, lightly steaming my face and rendering myself temporarily blind as my glasses misted over. Toppling off the counter. Splatting on the floor. Sloshing its way up the stairs. Ready to stave i...
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: July 2013
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Sunday, 14 July 2013. The manslaughter of Trayvon Martin. Because that is what it was, lets not call a horse a duck. The manslaughter of Trayvon Martin occured because of one man's choice to confront this boy. Yes, he was legally a youth, and this man chose to follow him. With a gun. Lets pause right there. He's going to mug me at gun point. He's going to rape me. At gun point. But lets not ignore the facts.
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind: January 2013
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Tales From A Frenzied Mind. A treasure chest of stories, of sorts.there might be some screaming. Sunday, 13 January 2013. Right now, the Black Dog has me. I can feel its teeth, biting my heels as it chases me down the spiral into darkness. I am out of my mind, terrified and lonely, and even though there may be arms reaching out to save me, I can't see them. Though they would do that anyway, without giving reason, at any hour of the day or night. A curse on my faulty brain and all its wicked voices. But n...