Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Not anyone specific, just generally. We’re so…destructive.

I was just talking to C before and now that she’s gone, I feel a bit sad. Probably because I can’t sleep again (though it’s cool, I spent most of the weekend sleeping - didn’t get to do anything fun, but at least I caught up on sleep before my working week starts again). I could be sad because I was listening to Feist. Dunno.

She did say some very nice things that, well, made me wish we didn’t live so far away.

Anyway me being sad = well, you should know by now.

Shame he was xenophobic, because he was such a kick-arse poet. Presenting Philip Larkin! He turned down the offer to become the Poet Laureate…

‘This Be The Verse’

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

Ending with something funny, gosh how I heart xkcd’s humour. Don’t forget to put your mouse cursor over the cartoon!

A bit different to my version of the future…no one would ever suspect Andorra!