MCM

My #MCM is for two blokes....Jack Whitehall and James Cordon.  I fell in love with these two on New Years Eve 2012.  Rob and I were in London celebrating the new year and watched the Big Fat Quiz of the Year and never laughed harder in our lives.

If you have two hours to kill (and who doesn't?)...watch this..

 

 

Share Day at School

Sad story ahead...get kleenex.

So, when I was in Kindergarten, share day was going to be on Friday, and so I had all week to pick out an amazing item to share at school.  After a long and arduous decision, I decided on my brand new, mirrored, glass jewery box.  My first nice anything that my Mom entrusted to me, since I was a clumsy little fucker and broke a lot of shit.

I carefully placed it in my backpack and went hopping off to school.

It was finally "share time", so I got my jewelry box and walked over to the "share circle" and sat in my seat.

It was my time to share and I pulled the box out and walked around the circle, basically shaming my peers that they didn't have a nice jewelry box of their own.  I might have sneered a few times just to boot.

I then placed the box back under my chair, went to go sit down, and accidentally stomped on my new jewelry box, shattering it into a million pieces.  I burst into tears and ran to the bathroom.  I don't know what happened much after that, I guess I went into shock from the embarassment?

Now I know what PTSD feels like.

Sunday Morning

Sappy pathetic little me, that was the girl I used to be

You had me on my knees

I'd trade you places any day, I never thought you could be that way

But you looked like me on Sunday

You came in with the breeze, on Sunday morning

You sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning

I thought I knew you....I thought I knew you...I thought I knew you well.  So well.

You're trying my shoes on for a change, they look so good but fit so strange

Out of fashion so I can complain

You came in with the breeze, on Sunday morning

You sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning

I thought I knew you....I thought I knew you...I thought I knew you well.  So well.

I knew who I am, but who are you?

You're not looking like you used to.

You're on the other side of the mirror, so nothing's looking quite as clear.

Thank you for turning on the light.  Thank you now your the parasite.

I didn't think you had it in you.  But now you're looking like I used to.

You came in with the breeze, on Sunday morning

You sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning

I thought I knew you....I thought I knew you...I thought I knew you well.  

Oh well.

- Gwen Stefani