I am nothing, you are wind and water and wine? ...
an in joke from a dear friend who i have not seen in such a long time. those of you that know of the song 'unworthy of your love' from assassins, you will know the last word in the line is sky, not wine. and even though the friend thought wine was the real word and tried to cover up by saying he was joking, I have always felt that this word fits better anyhow. It describes real love better, it is more personal and more correct content for our freindship. wine is much more important to us than sky. a bottle of mojo (a lovely wine) is more bonding and ever lasting than sky. The sky is shared by everyone. Couple of bottels of mojo is sacred between friends.
I am unworthy of your love, darling darling.
Let me prove worthy of your love!
Tell me how I can earn your love,
Set me free.
How can I turn your love
To me?
I got a letter from my mummy today. It contained the funeral service card from my aunty margs funeral which i was unable to attend. I laughed with joy at the photo of her on the front, her smiling, holding a pack of cigarettes. She died of lung cancer from smoking but she never quit. Although I myself dont find the appeal of smoking it was one of her joys, same as football (afl) two things she didnt ever give up, that made her happy, til the day she died. love you marg xoxo
goodnight
an in joke from a dear friend who i have not seen in such a long time. those of you that know of the song 'unworthy of your love' from assassins, you will know the last word in the line is sky, not wine. and even though the friend thought wine was the real word and tried to cover up by saying he was joking, I have always felt that this word fits better anyhow. It describes real love better, it is more personal and more correct content for our freindship. wine is much more important to us than sky. a bottle of mojo (a lovely wine) is more bonding and ever lasting than sky. The sky is shared by everyone. Couple of bottels of mojo is sacred between friends.
I am unworthy of your love, darling darling.
Let me prove worthy of your love!
Tell me how I can earn your love,
Set me free.
How can I turn your love
To me?
I got a letter from my mummy today. It contained the funeral service card from my aunty margs funeral which i was unable to attend. I laughed with joy at the photo of her on the front, her smiling, holding a pack of cigarettes. She died of lung cancer from smoking but she never quit. Although I myself dont find the appeal of smoking it was one of her joys, same as football (afl) two things she didnt ever give up, that made her happy, til the day she died. love you marg xoxo
goodnight
I have to get ready for the drunken partying: Melbourne Cup is Tuesday week. For someone who loves horses and gambling (but not drinking whilst doing them), I will feel old again, looking down at the blokes spewing in the gardens, the women with stilletos over shoulder, bottle of cheap wine in the other.
I'm back into the party animal swing of things: you just need to start out with a place that has music you like, people you like, and people of the opposite sex that are nice to look at
Grouse
Bloody Beuwdy
Moll
Bogan
Tinny
Snags
Barry Crocker
Shagger
Spewin'