My life is getting to be such a mess. It's certainly my own fault for letting it, but I don't seem to be able to do otherwise. Nothing seems important. Living is just going through the motions ( Read more... )

Had a pretty good day today, at the Million Paws Walk (we were against the RSPCA, mind you), apart from getting a little privately upset a few times being reminded of my Lili. The great thing about being at an event like this was that the people there were already animal lovers of one sort or another, as opposed to the type of person who walks out ( Read more... )

My feet feel like ouch. And I'm getting sick, which is quite bad. Damn being a damn singer, depending on damn good health ( Read more... )

The Alien Loves Predator comic is hilarious.
( Yes, you should listen to Pete on this one )

My mother played Joni Mitchell to us when we were going to bed for years, and because it was the Clouds album, this song was always first. It's purdy ( Read more... )

I have so much to say, but no words to say it; there, perhaps, is the only thing more pathetic than being in love where you realise you shouldn't, and where you are not loved in return ( Read more... )

People look at you strangely when you cry on the train. It's rude. You wouldn't be crying on the train if you could help it all, would you? Obviously not ( Read more... )

I love my girls. Christina and Chiara listened to me cry on the phone for hours last week, then dragged me unwillingly out of the house on Friday night. I was no fun and went home really early, but I appreciate it all the same. My Sarah offered to somehow work out a way to come back from England if I wanted her to, which is why I was a little ( Read more... )

Most of Donizetti's "Lucia di Lammermoor" is pretty routine fair, but it's worth sitting through the whole thing for the scene where Lucia emerges from her marriage bedroom covered in blood, having just murdered the man her brother forced her to marry, and totally insane. The music is completely haunting, when it goes in a moment from the chorus' ( Read more... )

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to the one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Reading the pagan subtext of folk songs is fun.
Like this one:

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross ( Read more... )