Im having a really bad day. My blood sugar is messed up. My meds are all fucked up. And Im having a hard time keeping my temper in check.
Im tiring really hard not to post a massive personal meltdown post but I make no promises for what tomorrow may bring, so Im giving you early warning.
So for now Im just going to turn off my computer and walk away.
Im tiring really hard not to post a massive personal meltdown post but I make no promises for what tomorrow may bring, so Im giving you early warning.
So for now Im just going to turn off my computer and walk away.
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linoleum said:
ok - can i please be in the field??? and i also want the following people in my team:
speedway74 - i think you should be team captain!
amobia
Erythrocytez
Lolly
ranstarr
rh1an5
rocketeer - team mascot
slithers
sonofJah
I feel like these people would make a winning team - AND I WANT TO WIN!!
Aaronsrod said:
It's nice to know nothing has changed since I last played cricket.
Cut to a small rural community in far north Queensland, population 21000 and boasting more hairdresser's per capita then anywhere else in the country, it's Wednesday the 19th of October 1983 just after big lunch, it was a particularly hot day with the temp around 34C and the humidity running a sweaty 84%, the sugarcane fields bordering the school grounds where at maturity and a small crop duster could be heard circling the aerodrome at Wangan the sound brought to us by a slight northeasterly which also carried with it the smell of the freshly mown lawn of the southern sports oval in preparation of this day (as a result to this day I associate the smell of fresh mown lawn with the feeling of shame and rejection but I digress) I was in grade 8 at Innisfail State High School and I had just been dumped by Christine Hunt (my girlfriend, soul mate and pash partner of three weeks) that morning at little lunch after she had told me at swimming practice the previous Friday, that she 'liked me' liked me.
*she had her best friend Julianne Sharp break it to me, which she did with great pleasure*
Anyway it was the inter-house sports grand final day and a cricket match was the weapon of choice.
Brett Harris the team captain quickly identified me as an obvious loser (which was not entirely unwarranted based on my previous cricketing attempts), with a skill that only a 13 year old boy can possess, so
I got picked fucking last then too.
But that's all in the past, I got over that long ago so I shall get over this in time.
Let the healing being.
*goes to fridge to find some substitute love*