I don’t know if its just me, but a huge part of my downfall in jobs has always been “doubt”. Not trusting my instincts and caring to much about the opinions of the wrong people. And not just staying calm and sticking to what I know. I have gotten better at this, its called “being older”. But still I am blown away about how things can dramatically work out in your favour by being quiet and and trusting your gut. I hope to do that a lot more this year 🙂
Right so i can drink kak wine out of a beautiful glass and it will taste better, same as a great wine tastes mediocre in a shitty glass. In vino veritas. Stief mammie gave me 6x 450ml guys and 6x 850ml ( yes more than a bottle in a glass) and all in beautiful crystal. Happiness. Bring on the beautiful wines 🙂
Sucked into the abyss, that is what this feels like. I had my “minor procedure” 3 weeks ago today and basically I still feel shit. Every time I think its better, it is not. I am tired and sad and also tired of feeling tired and sad. Fuck balls. I wish for better days and better feelings and feeling like such a sad loser who is bringing every one around me down with my mere presence.
Fuck it. Here’s some pics. A lot are from the fantastic Macabre and beautifully grotesque, you can find them on facebook. Over it.