So you know how I quite adore impressive facial hair....

stuntman89, you never cease to amaze me

Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine

You have lost
Too much love
To fear, doubt and distrust
(It’s not enough)
You just threw away the key
To your heart

You don’t get burned
(’Cause nothing gets through)
It makes it easier
(Easier on you)
But that much more difficult for me
To make you see…

Love ain’t fair
So there you are
My love

Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you, you can’t live like this

Love ain’t safe

You won’t get hurt if you stay chaste

So you can wait

But I don’t wanna waste my love

Akwardly ever after

I've come to realise that I always have to feel akward. I can't stand being comfortable, I can't stand how bland life is when I know what's happening, I can't ever feel settled. I guess that's why I'm always just that little bit weird, like how I don't mind my bowl cut, or that day I thought it would be fun to dress as a lesbian, or how much I loved it how people hated my red hair.

I can't stand to feel normal, or fully part of the group.

Recently, well actually not so recently, I departed from the longest relationship I've ever been in, with every girl's definition of the perfect guy. I was feeling so comfortable with him; everything was predictable and like our future was mapped out, and like we'd all live happily ever after. I really couldn't stand this, even though it is what he wanted. I'm not proud for how much I hurt him, but I'm not one for subtlety, so when it came to breaking up, it wasn't as gentle as it probably should have been.

In that relationship, which was all predictable and secure and such, he treated me like a princess, like every girl wants (or so I'm told). In a relationship that keeps me guessing, that keeps feeling complicated and exciting, I get treated like shit. The guy will never buy me flowers or write songs, and he will probably cheat on me, then break my heart, and I'll end up broken to pieces.

Why don't guys ever chase me? It is always me doing the chasing. I decided a little while ago to stop chasing, and to let things come to me. So far I'm left alone.

Philosophy Walking

Lately I've become really fascinated by people looking familiar. Have you ever thought that two people look alike, but then told by someone else that they look nothing like each other?

How do our brains discern between similarities in people's features? Do they have like markers that match or don't match up, depending on the overlap?

I'd really love to find a research paper on this, it is captivating.

Deary me

The wife of a north Queensland politician is learning the perils of ill-considered Facebook postings.

Townsville City Council deputy mayor’s wife Tegan Crisafulli labelled the people of Mackay ‘‘ugly’’ and ‘‘freaks’’ after attending an Amateur Cup race meeting on Saturday.

In a return spray Mackay Amateur Race Club president Kerry Woodman has suggested Ms Crisafulli may have had her ‘‘Carlton beer goggles’’ on, the Mackay Mercury reports.

On Sunday Ms Crisafulli posted on Facebook that she’d had a great day.

‘‘I still can’t believe how many freaks were there,’’ she continued.

‘‘I’ve never seen so many ugly people in the same place at the same time.’’

Ms Crisafulli even suggested a photographic competition to decide on the ugliest person at the race meeting.

Her comments drew flak from several who attended the meeting.

Mr Woodman said women there were dressed up and looked terrific.

‘‘Maybe she was looking through her Carlton beer goggles because from what I saw on Saturday the women looked spectacular,’’ Mr Woodman said.

Ms Crisafulli told her local newspaper in Townsville the comments were light-hearted, and her husband, David, supported her, although questioning her judgment.

‘‘She wakes up beside me every morning and my head is rougher than anything I saw on that day,’’ the deputy mayor said.

Ahh, watch what you say.

I before E, except after C

A woman, without her, man is nothing.

A woman, without her man, is nothing.

Punctuation and spelling are important! I'm starting to get really freaked out at the sheer number of people who still can't use English properly. It reminds me of the girl who came into work one day, with a massive tattoo of a bird on her back, about A4 size, with writing around it that says "Your the wind beneath my wings". Perhaps tattoo artists, and the people getting tattooed, should spell-check anything, before it is emblazoned across their skin forever.