Wishlist
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Music
As pretty much anyone who knows me knows, Pearl Jam are my favourite band, and have been for the last 15 years or so. I was listening to them this afternoon when for some reason, this one particular song struck such a nerve with me that tears threatened to flow. A couple of others got pretty close too, but this one speaks for me today.
Wishlist Performed by Pearl Jam, music and lyrics by Eddie Vedder.
I wish I was an neutron bomb For once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice But somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open towards the sky
I wish I was a sailor with Someone who waited for me I wish I was as fortunate As fortunate as me I wish I was a messenger And all the news was good I wish I was the full moon shining off a Camaro's hood
I wish I was an alien At home behind the sun I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on I wish I was the pedal brake that you depended on I wish I was the verb "to trust" and never let you down
I wish I was a radio song The one you couldn't turn off I wish I wish I wish I wish I guess it never stops...
When thinking about wishes though, never forget the immortal words of this fine fellow:
"If wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin' steak."
Currently
listening
:
Yield
By
Pearl Jam
Release date: 1998-02-03
A rantless rant (with bonus photos).
Category: Life
Well, the Olympic Games are over again, and I'm wondering: am I the only person who really doesn't give a shit? I don't know why, the Games just didn't capture my imagination at all this time around. Besides, it was messing up my TV viewing. I don't watch much normal TV these days, but I sorely missed my Monday night fix of Boston Legal and 30 Rock.
While I'm on the topic of the Olympics, I just can't understand why the International Olympic Committee would see fit to let an overpopulated city that doesn't have enough resources for its own citizens and a serious pollution problem host the Games. Beijing, apparently, cut the number of cars on its roads and shut down production in factories to reduce the smog over the city in preparation for the Games. Seems to me that this is an extreme case of "locking the stable door after the horse has bolted". Besides, you can't stop 16 million people from farting, can you?
Oh well, doesn't matter, it's all over now and the TV schedule has gone back to normal.
Speaking of TV, I was alarmed to see a new Scooby-Doo cartoon on TV a few weeks ago. It's all new and modern with redesigned characters. This is what they look like in Shaggy & Scooby Doo Get A Clue:
Apparently this show has been running since 2005. It makes me sad. Those characters looked the same for 36 years and have always been popular, then some dumbass thinks they need "rejuvenation". Sure, Fred's neckerchief was pretty daggy, but the designs lasted well. I think it's their beady little eyes that creep me out most. Here's the gang fleeing in terror from The Spirit Of Rejuvenation: Run, Scooby, run!
Now I return to my seemingly standard blogging procedure of posting photos I've taken and commenting on them. So, let us begin...
There seem to be a lot of rainbows around here. For some reason I usually see them around the train station. Here's three of them: Isn't that last one spectacular?
Also at the train station: I didn't know we needed to be notified that the paint is wet from the rain...
Supermarket shelf: At last! Now we know coffee actually is healthy!
Also in the supermarket: Curious that they should apologise for something that isn't there, but actually is...
An ironic graffitto.
I love this juxtaposition: Just drop the kids off at the play centre and pop in next door to the strip club... Pity the place isn't open though. The dumbarse owners spent all that money setting it up but neglected to get any of the necessary permits, so the club never opened its doors.
Sometimes, to make a statement, it's in what you don't say (or remove from a sticker).
Facebook/MySpace/etc continues to invade the real world...
A lot of innocent Muppets died to make these ugly, ugly slippers.
When I think of the band My Chemical Romance, the words "Rock Action Heroes" really don't spring to mind. More like "Wussy Talentless Dickheads"...
Then again, their audience is largely composed of people like this... ...fashion slaves who don't have the sense to pull their pants up a little higher. Maybe they're too tight to get all the way up...
Right outside the Victorian Police Centre. Looks like a lot of cops ride motorbikes. And this was on a less crowded day.
A bookstore's shelf display ranking the Top 100 books of all time as allegedly voted by readers: It's a fucking crime. The Da Vinci Code doesn't belong in the top 100 at all, not to mention the fact that it's ranked above The Lord of the Rings. Is the public really that stupid? What am I saying, of course they are.
At least readers had the sense to put Neil Gaiman's American Gods in the top 5 Fantasy novels, even if the highly derivative Chistopher Paolini ranked higher.
There must be a great story behind why this pair of women's underwear ended up on a peak-hour train floor... This was quite an entertaining breakdown to watch in action. This is the current contents of my email's spam folder. Paris Hilton is one busy bimbo! I mean moron. I mean girl!
I just don't seem to have it in me to go into a rant about anything at the moment, despite the great number of things ripe for ranting about. For example, the vacuous lack of actual content in most media; the overblown ridiculousness of the US presidential election (I love the right-wing predictions of Apocalypse if Obama wins. Why, because he's not a war-monger? Or simply because he's black? It must mean the End of Days); my disappointment in the adaptation of Hellboy to films (I admit, I haven't seen The Golden Army yet, but someone whose opinion I trust has, and the report was not good); my frustration at living with the world's hairiest cat; systemic discrimination against gay and lesbian couples by governments; Melbourne's inept train network, in particular the Epping line; Disney's disgraceful treatment of Winnie The Pooh and their ongoing rape of their classic movies with very poor sequels (there's good reason that old Walt himself decreed "no sequels!"), not to mention that someone must be held accountable and shot for High School Musical; the ludicrously inflated prices of petrol and housing; people who use phrases like "that's how I roll" and "chillax" regularly; why dental work is not covered by Medicare; and the fact I don't give a fuck if Stephanie Rice and Michael Phelps are an item or not and it's nobody's business anyway.
No, just don't have a rant in me today.
Currently
watching
:
The Prestige Release date: 2007-02-20
Melsy L meets Zakk W
Current mood: amused
Category: Music
Hello everyone. This isn't my own blog today, but a link to a very special interview. My friend Melanie Lewis is a music journo and interviewed heavy metal guitar legend Zakk Wylde (of Black Label Society and Ozzy Osbourne's band fame) a few weeks ago here in Melbourne. He was, in her words, "shitfaced and incoherent", but she managed to turn his inebriated ramblings into a very entertaining portrait of the man.
Unsurprisingly, MySpace is not working properly, and won't let me add a great photo of the writer and her subject that the latter apparently went to great pains to set up. I'll try adding it later. (Damn it Tom, just because everyone's defecting to Facebook now, doesn't mean you can slack off!!!)
Well. Here we are, late March 2008, and I haven’t blogged since last November. I’ve been collecting more interesting (to me, at any rate) photos for another blog, but I wanted to actually write something first. Prose blog, then photo blog. But, although life hasn’t exactly been quiet these last four months, I haven’t found myself with anything I wanted to write. So. Photo blog now, then... whatever happens to come next.
Okay, I admit that his blog is not an oddity on MySpace at all, but I couldn’t resist using the play on the title of my favourite David Bowie song, once I’d thought of it. Anyway here’s more of the odd, funny and objectionable I’ve seen over the last few months...
Last time around, I revealed George Dubya’s secret weapon. Now even Roger Ramjet is not immune to scandal...
Sociopolitical debate still lives, even in this somewhat crude form.
There’s a metaphor of some sort here, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Has this person never heard of a telephone? Or even a letter?
This one leaves me somewhat speechless.
For those of you who don’t know HTML, &-hearts-; (without the ’-’) is a code that will give you this: ? . Now why the hell would someone use it like this, instead of just drawing the damn heart?!
That photo brought this scene from Californication to mind:
Believe it or not, this charred mess was once a polar fleece jacket. Synthetic fabrics are something of a fire hazard, no?
Unfortunately these are a bit blurry, but look at the discounts this pharmacy is offering! Prices slashed from $212.24 to $1.69! From $99.46 to a mere 99 cents!
I live with two cats. One has grey and white fur, the other is pure white. I brushed them one day. I brushed the grey and white one for a short time, until I wasn’t taking off any more loose hair. I brushed the white one for a solid hour and stopped only because I was sick of the fucking thing. I suspect I could have doubled the size of the white hair pile had I kept going. This is why, if and when you ever meet me, I’m likely to have a lot of white hair stuck to my clothes.
This free item is attached to a pair of underpants. Underpants!
As soon as Christmas is over, it’s out with Santa and in with the Easter Bunny. This photo says it all.
The very cool and the very crap, side by side. (I don’t have to tell you which is which, do I?)
You’ve got to be forceful to get your message across.
It’s touching that someone could feel this way about a tree. It’s such a tragedy that they broke up.
"Targeted advertising" on Facebook. Looks like a fun workplace!
There’s something kind of disturbing, yet very funny about this. I can’t say I’m entirely surprised.
That’s all for today. Drive safely. I’ll see you back here again soon.
*some text missing*
Current mood: annoyed
Category: MySpace
There is supposed to be a blog here that I spent a bit of time putting together. Unfortunately I had a lot of problems getting it to look right - having all the text visible, for instance - so I removed it to try some other time. Someone already commented on it before I removed it - apologies to whomever that was, I didn’t even get to read your comment.
Better luck later, I hope!
Currently
listening
:
The Battle of Los Angeles
By
Rage Against the Machine
Release date: 02 November, 1999
Well, it looks like I’m staying.
Current mood: relieved
Category: News and Politics
Australia had a federal election yesterday. The government of the last eleven and a half years was voted out in a humiliating and crushing landslide. About bloody time!
If Prime Minister John Howard and his Liberal Party (paradoxically, for American readers, they're the right-leaning conservatives) had been re-elected yet again, I was fully prepared to leave this country. (After a period of saving and planning - I don't quite have the means to just hop on the next plane out.) Any nation that would continue to want that government is not a place I want to live. It would have been time to pack up the family and head abroad; New Zealand, probably, or maybe England or Canada. Not the USA though, because if there's any Western country that sodomises its citizens with more regularity than Australia has been, it's the United States. The only point in its favour is the presence of some friends there.
I don't want to live in a country that fucks all things worthy in favour of big business and the wealthy. The sins of the Howard government are legion. To name just a few: Workers have been screwed over with the disasterous Workchoices industrial relations legislation; global warming has been completely ignored for over a decade; renewable energy sources have been ignored in favour of a nuclear power program, which, of course, favours the mining industry; asylum seekers have been treated as poorly as criminals; like our major allies, the USA and UK, we were lied to about the Iraq war and the reasons for entering it; disgraceful inequalities continue to exist between "white" and Aboriginal Australians, with basically ineffective and pathetic token gestures made to our indigenous citizens; this was a government that refused to try to reconcile with our indigenous people. All it would have taken to start building the bridge was an apology.
I could go on in this vein for quite some time. Australia was turning into a greedy, selfish and xenophobic place. Had the Howard government been victorious yesterday, I couldn't stand to live here anymore.
But now I really believe that Karma exists. Not only was Howard's government tossed out of office on its ear in a landslide, Howard himself got a hearty kick up the arse by losing his own Parliamentary seat. Not quite the retiring-in-a-blaze-of-glory-while-serving-a-fourth-term-in-office exit that his hubris had him imagining. Sweet Karma, how I do love you.
The Liberals' election campaign didn't do them any favours. The only positive they could present was strong economic performance. Otherwise it was all anti-Labor scare campaign. They had nothing new to give us. Except Deputy PM and Treasurer Peter Costello as the new PM when Howard retired, and I think everyone everywhere was agreed that we don't want that. Labor kept it simple and laid out their ideas for the future of the country. Mostly good ideas too.
That said, I'm not a Labor man either. Both major parties are too much alike. I'm unashamedly a lefty, but inherently mistrustful of the major parties. I believe in social justice, looking after the environment and education. Take care of your people first, and the rest will follow.
The question now is, will our new PM, Kevin Rudd, follow through on the agenda he has presented? Will he be a real leader and take Australia into a better, more positive future? At this point, it's hard to tell if he won office on his own merits, or simply by default because he was the only alternative to Johnny H.
Looking at these two photos, it occurs to me that a lot of politicians look alike. You have to be a certain type of person to be a politician, and I'm not talking about leadership or desire to help the community or any such bollocks. There's something slightly dodgy or unsavoury about pollies, even before they are twisted by the demands of public office. It's something in their faces... I'm digressing. Moving on to today's concluding statement...
Only time will tell if November 24, 2007 was the day that saved Australia or damned us completely. But for now, I think we're all feeling a bit better. Our vast land is echoing with a huge collective sigh of relief. While I was out and about this afternoon, I noticed that a lot of people were having parties...
Little bits of the world around me captured in pixels... (updated)
Category: Life
I like having a camera in my mobile phone. On the whole, I think it's ridiculous to try to cram so many functions into one small device. The "phone" aspect seems to have fallen by the wayside in favour of mobile email, web browsing, camera, video capture, mp3 player, television, organiser and other assorted crap. The iPhone is not for me. Relying on just the one device isn't wise - what if it gets lost, stolen or damaged? Then you're fucked. The old saying about putting all of your eggs in one basket still holds truth.
All I ask of a mobile phone is the ability to make and receive calls and text messages. But having a camera, I must admit, has been really cool. If I see something I want to take a photo of, I can, easily. Here's a selection of photos I've taken in the last couple of months.
This photo was taken in September. A little early for this, isn't it? The rampant commercialism of Christmas just getting started for the year.
Only a nation with food sensibility as screwed-up as the USA could think of this product. The American cultural domination continues...
Baby Gollum. Don't believe me? It's the eyes. Compare:
"My lord, the Greeks have left a large wooden dog next to the train station.."
Lord Voldemort at the pet store. Or is that Emperor Palpatine?
Lateral thinking.
Make no mistake, the life is consist of sport. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Political and historical comment at its most scathing.
Made in Australia? I think not...
George Dubya's secret weapon revealed!
The first time I saw this display, I thought I was having a psychotic or psychedelic episode - "The Tim Tams were giving me messages!"
Elvis lives! ...somewhere along the Epping train line.
For some reason, I thought this bird's passing should not go unnoticed. Am I morbid, or just weird?
Even the darkest skies can still have rainbows. (What do you think, worthy of a Hallmark card?)
Meatloaf was so excited to be appearing in Fight Club that he couldn't keep his pants on.
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UPDATE:
For some reason Photobucket wouldn't let me upload these few pics, despite repeated attempts. MySpace, however, was more accommodating, so here's the photos missing from this blog's first cut.
Not only can you bask in the glory of Christ, but you can tell the time as you do it.
MySpace invades the real world.
This guy wouldn't let a moment go to waste. Keeping in shape while waiting for a tram.
I just like how the clouds look.
Currently
listening
:
With Love and Squalor
By
We Are Scientists
Release date: 10 January, 2006
My ex-wife wants to try speed dating. She doesn't want to go by herself though, so she's trying to convince me to go with her. However, for a variety of complicated reasons I won't go into here, she doesn't want me to pick up any girls.
"Well, that'll be easy," I said. "I'll just tell the truth."
Imagine me sitting across from some single woman, there either out of increasing desperation or for a laugh, using my seven minutes or whatever it is to tell her a bit about myself:
"Hi. I'm Michael. I'm 32, have two kids, no job, no money, no car and all my friends are on the internet. Oh, and I'm here with my ex-wife."
That'll make quite an impression.
"You'll still pick up," my ex said.
"What?" I said, incredulous. "After I tell them what a loser I am?"
"You're not a loser," she said.
"Well, would you be interested in a guy who told you that?"
After a moment's thought, she asked, "Does he look like you?"
"Yeah." Of course he looks like me, he's me.
"Then yes."
"So my good looks supersede my crappy life?" No-one is that beautiful. Certainly not me. Thinking of the Right Said Fred novelty song of the early 90's, I half-sang, because I'm awful at proper singing, "I'm too sexy for my life..."
If only it was so easy to overcome the limitations of circumstance. Yeah, it would be a night out, which I haven't had in... too long to remember, but speed dating sounds more excruciating than fun, especially for someone of my social ineptitude. And of course, no-one is too sexy for their life.
It's like someone has hit the shuffle function on the iPod that is my mind. Here's an assortment of random thoughts recorded over the last couple of weeks. Many of them could probably be developed into full-length blogs of their own - if there's any that you, dear readers, would like to read more about, let me know. Otherwise, sit back and shake your head in disbelief at the triviality of my thoughts as you get a glimpse into my head….
Salted peanuts are addictive but make you hellishly thirsty. The line in Seinfeld should have been "these peanuts are making me thirsty."
A tap in the bathroom cabinet in a bathroom with no space for a washing machine does not constitute "laundry facilities".
Traffic light window washers tend to be dirtier than the windscreens they clean.
When are energy-saving light bulbs going to be invented that don't have the fluorescent-tube effect of making everyone look like a zombie?
Being the only passenger on the bus is like having your own chauffeur in a very spacious limo - as long as you go where he wants to drive you.
The iPod poster ads look better upside down.
There's nothing like getting divorced for making you question what sort of person you are.
What is wrong with this picture?
The 80's revival is embarrassing. The 80's haven't been cool since, well, the 80's, and they're still not.
Why does Australia as a nation value American culture above our own?
If a person with Tourette's Syndrome was brought up to think words like "grapefruit", "thermos" or "pants" were offensive, would they shout them uncontrollably instead of swear words?
If you were devoutly religious, would this item affirm your faith? Would you look at it and feel full of the love of Christ? Or would you think it's as awfully tacky as the rest of us do?
Yellow and brown leaves falling from trees like snow are inexplicably beautiful.
I love Goth style - so damn sexy - but I'd never get away with wearing it myself.
Who names train stations? There used to be a station called "Stopping Place No.15", but it wasn't fifteen stops from anywhere.
In books, movies and so on, I notice a lot of Americans say "I could care less" when what they really mean to say is "I couldn't care less". Saying you could care less implies that you actually do care, to some degree. Get it right!
I saw Spider-Man 3 the other day and loved it, but was a little perturbed to see Peter Parker looking so Emo during his "bad boy" phase. With that hair and the eyeliner, he looked far too much like 30 Seconds To Mars singer Jared Leto.
Will Ferrell annoys the hell out of me. But who knows, perhaps he'll redeem himself; Jim Carrey did.
The Transformers movie is going to suck unspeakably. Firstly, the robots look crap. Typical over-designed Hollywood crap. Secondly, the character Bumblebee used to turn into a VW Beetle, now he's a Camaro! Think that'll change his character much?! And now Ratchet turns into a fucking Hummer! (Obvious I used to be into them when I was a kid, isn't it?) Thirdly, Michael Bay is directing. He's great with massive action scenes, but totally hopeless with apparently less important things like story and character. Sigh. Don't get me started…
A tip for men trying to grow a moustache or goatee beard: Let your full beard grow without shaving until it's at a reasonable length, then shave away the bits you don't want. That way you avoid the pathetic-looking "I'm trying to grow a mo / goatee" phase.
In a shop window in "Little Vietnam" (Victoria Street, Richmond):
Last week two men were shot while attempting to help a woman being dragged out of a cab by her hair. The woman was also shot and one of the men died. I wonder if I would be brave enough to intervene if I saw someone being treated as that woman was. I honestly don't know.
I wish Star Trek-style transporters existed. It'd be a hell of a lot easier and quicker than getting around on public transport. Maybe then I wouldn't be late so often. Hell, I'd even settle for Floo powder.
Old people with new dentures look weird, especially if you knew them with their original teeth.
My favourite cooking smells: freshly baked bread, frying bacon, fish and chips with vinegar, freshly brewed (good quality) coffee, hot olive oil.
"I want something good to die for / to make it beautiful to live." (Queens of the Stone Age, Go With The Flow)
My son's teacher just turned 25 years old. It had already spun me out a bit that I was obviously older than his teachers, but seven years?! She was born in the 80's! Teachers have always been, and therefore always should be, older than me. Logically, of course, I know that for about the last ten years, not all of them have been. But still. It just doesn't seem right.
This specimen jar looks like it should be holding a dessert bought at a convenience store.
This one's a mini-blog-within-a-blog, because I ramble:
It's the year of the trilogy. Look at all of the "part 3" movies coming out in 2007: Spider-Man 3, Shrek the Third, Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, The Bourne Ultimatum, Ocean's 13. All of these films are sequels to films (and their sequels) that were all successful both commercially and critically. Having already seen Spider-Man 3, I can tell you that it was great, but I wonder if the others are worthy of their predecessors. I heard that the new Shrek isn't.
Third movies are a tricky business. After a successful first film the filmmakers and studios, aware of the fact that movie number two usually turns out like a different kind of number two, put a lot of extra effort into the sequel. So in recent years many second movies have actually matched, and in some cases surpassed the first. But then the success of what studios would now consider a "franchise" is taken for granted and they feel a little too relaxed with number three. They seem to feel comfortable using different writers and directors, thinking that the franchise will maintain the same quality and success without the original creative folks. Big mistake. Look at the franchises that had two strong and successful movies (with the same writers and/or directors) only to stumble with the third: X-Men (do not get me started on the debacle that was X-Men: The Last Stand), Scream, The Matrix (although the same creative team), Lethal Weapon, Superman, The Terminator, Jurassic Park, Crocodile Dundee… Even Return of the Jedi was weaker than it's predecessors. George Lucas just got the dynamics backwards with his prequel trilogy, in which the first (The Phantom Menace) sucked and the third (Revenge of the Sith) was the best. I'm sure there's more trilogies to add to the list, but I can't think of them right now.
Spider-Man dodged this bullet because Sam Raimi directed again. Pirates and Ocean's both have the same directors and by all reports they turned out well. (And let's face it, Steven Soderburgh rarely goes wrong.)
Of course the greatest film trilogy ever made, The Lord of the Rings, suffered none of these problems because it was conceived and made as one film, released in three parts. Being based on one of the greatest books ever written in the English language didn't hurt either.
Mini-blog over. We now return to the original blog-in-progress…
Hospital carpet. Why is it the colour of diahorrea?
Why do so many elderly people feel the need to talk to children they don't know? Especially if the kid's crying. As a parent, it really bothers me.
Shaving while stoned isn't such a good idea. The paranoia about permanently disfiguring your face at any moment means that you're very careful (and therefore have a particularly smooth result), but the intense fear and inappropriate giggles this provokes just aren't worth it.
The new-plastic fumes in this shop are overwhelming and potentially toxic…
The room next door once contained beauty but is now as cold and empty as a derelict church.
Uh-oh, here comes another mini-blog rant…
I don't understand the need for the "adult" covers for the Harry Potter books. The book is completely identical inside! Everyone knows what the book is! Everyone knows that they're officially children's books! Do adults really think that people are going to sneer and laugh at them if they're reading a copy with the "kids" cover? I don't know about you, but the adult version makes me think of Nazis...
And for the record, the North American covers look shite. The original UK versions (which we also get here in Australia) are much better, although I must admit the quality of the artwork on them varies considerably…
And why on earth was the title of the first HP book changed for the USA? Do American kids (or adults, for that matter) have problems with the word "philosopher"? Too hard to pronounce? Meaning unknown? Outlawed as too highbrow?
Okay, relax people, second mini-blog rant over now.
The sexiest tattoos I've ever seen were a couple of very intricate ones running up the back of a woman's thighs from her knees to… well, somewhere under her very short skirt. I wasn't looking on purpose, they just caught my eye…
In the psychiatric profession, the title Professor seems to allow you to be a bigger asshole than if you are a mere Doctor.
Portrait of the blogger waking up at 3:30am, feeling like a train wreck. Bringing sexy back. Oh yeah!
Now the window is closed, the iPod's battery needs recharging and you, I'm sure, have much better things to be doing with your time. Go on then! But thanks for stopping by.
Currently
listening
:
Songs for the Deaf
By
Queens of the Stone Age
Release date: 27 August, 2002
Well folks, I am 32 years old today. Instead of the indulgent existential navel gazing I posted last year, I'll just write a short note on aging.
Thirty-two is by no means old, but I can see the future quickly approaching. More white hair is popping up, doing its best to get noticed. They don't just stand out by their colour, oh no, they have to literally stand out from the crowd like a tall adult at a Wiggles concert. The first one has appeared in my beard, as pure white as fresh snow. My daughter had fun the other day pointing out the new ones to me. I don't mind though.
Nor do I mind the lines that are becoming more visible around my eyes, but I'll have to be careful not to let my body stumble into middle-aged big-bellied heaviness. I've never been fond of any form of deliberate exercise, but I might just need it as a pre-emptive measure.
It seems to me that the biggest sign of aging is that your body starts to dictate to you what you can and can't do. People of any age feel "old" when they're tired and worn out.
In youth your mind runs the show, for the body is young and able. But as you get older more physical limitations set in. I know I'm supposed to be too young to be feeling the effects of this, but I am. I have creaky knees (in fact most of my joints are creaky), I start to fall asleep in the middle of the day, I think my hair is starting to get thinner. Am I deteriorating before my time?
Currently
reading
:
All Encompassing Trip
By
Nicole Del Sesto
Release date: 26 February, 2007
contemplative
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annoyed
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