a white very uncomfortable tile floor.

I found an old friend today on facebook,i was delighted . he was part of my childhood,you can almost say him and his whole family was my childhood. I was so in love with this boy , it was ridiculous.so i am glad to be sharing my life with him again, this is if he accepts my friend request. pfffft technology , i then climbed through a broken car window,ja tannie , ek kan boom klim hoor, and slept on our tile floor,because there was no room available with a bed this morning( and that's how my day started I'll have you know) but quite interesting if i may add. but then again i am not a boring little bleak soul.

my cat decided to climb into the roof and have a little party there with the rattax and spider webs, this concluding in my mother having a little hissy fit and trying to get him out for over an hour. God knows why.i silently sat laughing. our living space -once upon a time filled with a full couch set , television cupboard and of course television - is now filled completely with rubble. sleeping without a roof for the last few days? priceless.

if anyone ever asks you whether to build or buy a new house? use your brain.stop. think what your doing and back away from that thought RIGHT NOW. period.it ends in copious amounts of coffee,wine and bottles of water for the hangover.but also somehow i cant help but think this represents a new beginning.a new living space ,with new memories.so it's not all bad.if you can stick out the bashing from early morning and the dust cloud you once called a duvet,then you'll make it. in through the nose,,out through the mouth

Yeah but nobody searches

Nobody cares somehow

When the loving that you've wasted

Comes raining from a hapless cloud

And I might stop and look upon your face

Disappears in the sweet, sweet gaze

See the living that surrounds me

Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart, and soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies, we slow hands

Put the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh yeah we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance

I watched the pole dance of the stars

We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless From the distance of passing cars

But I am married to your charms and grace

I just go crazy like the good old days

You makes me want to pick up a guitar

And celebrate the myriad of ways that I love you

Can you see what you've done to my heart, and soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh yeah we slow hands

Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies, we slow hands

You out the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh yeah we slow hands

We retire like nobody else

We spies, intimate slow hands

Killer for hire you know not yourself

We spies, intimate slow hands

You let the face slap around the self

Interpol- slow hands.