So over it all - so very over it all
So over it all - so very over it all
I am sitting in class. Around me there are lots of people. Sir is delivering his lecture. I am not able to comprehend everything he is saying or maybe I don’t actually want to.
Menu, Contacts,Names, Options and Delete
A beginning yet to find an end, maybe there will never be one!
Lessons in micro-management
I don't get being a girl either...
The recent German court ruling and controversy about circumcision has stirred up my thoughts like an intellectual coffee-spoon... and the conclusion I've come to is slightly jolting.
A short magical fairytale about a quiet little boy in a quiet little town, who, one day, discovered music.
Please hand your papers to the spotty swot and leave the exam room without waking the teacher. Remember: there are no failures, only winners who didn't pass and will have to do woodwork next term.
Before going to Dominoes, Russ wanted to try a Mexican bar that he’d seen.
The restaurant at the top of the hill is called Usemika, I think it may mean something to do with horses as the sign outside depicted a galloping horse.
We got back to the hotel I flung off my clothes and lay naked on the bed glowering at myself and noticing every spare inch of flesh, every mark, every scar and every blemish.
There are seven billion people in the world. Seven billion! And yet, every working day for the past five years, I've sat opposite Benson.
Mesmerised by modulating maps (damn Nabokov, your mischievous dust lay safely inert in the print of the tenth-hand copy of Transparent Things I picked up at a yard sale in Toronto, until I opened it a