oh, that blows.

I got a message from my friend the other day. It was special. She didn't say her parents were getting a divorce, that her mum and dad were separating. Instead she said "we're leaving dad."
That tripped my mind out incredibly. She's been at boarding school, for what, the last twelve years and ... now her, her mum and her sister are moving from her dad. Bloody hell. What do you say to that. I know they always fought and what not, but she didn't confide in me on the details, she had another friend with similar problems for that.

Whatelse. I'm in covered in pain. I am bruised like a mad bitch from head to two. I have an awesome graze on my hip and a better one on my knees. One is from sport, the other is an excellent PRI. It was a friend's 21st birthday party, which for me, was going to lead to trouble in one way or another. The party was amazing. It was in like sort of a giant corporate box over the football field in the woomb. So, of course, I was out with the kids throwing my weight about on the field. As such, I'm fucking wounded.

I feel it's about time for a picture. I heart pictures...
there's some bacon. And eggs.

Yum. It looks tasty right...better than the shit I had for breakfast this morning. College breakfast makes you feel like you might die. But, it's so delicious. Like mcdonalds, but free and worse.