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My Bucket List


My Bucket List - V1.0

I figure everyone should have a 'Bucket List' - A list of things you want to do before you kick the bucket!


So I have resolved to start my own. I think 100 Items in the list is fair - I will have to come back and edit it to add some, and tick off those I have done.

But for now I present - Version 1.0 of My Bucket List

1. Drink real Absinthe - the green spirit that was long banned
2. Eat something that has truffles in it
3. Have Jello (jelly for us in oz) shots
4, Meet Dave Grohl
5, Learn to play Love buzz on a bass
6. Leave some graffiti under the bridge
7. Go to the Atlantis Resort
8. Have breakfast and read the morning paper in central park
9. Ride Lethal Weapon @ Movie World
10.Get My MC (Multi Combination) licence - to legally drive a B-Double
11. Have sex in a body of water
12. Watch all of the Star Wars movies
13. Watch the entirety of the Lord Of The Rings trilogy (I always fall asleep after they leave the shire)
14. Live in a city other than Sydney
15. Go Skinny dipping
16. Finish a Quilt so it can become a family heirloom
17. Finish the quilts my nan didn't get to
18. Be a size 16 again (well I can hope)
19. Get 'Cause the one's that hurt can give so much, you gave me such' tattooed on me
20. Do @ least one more demolition Derby

I think I will leave it @ 20 for now... The one thing I'd like to re-experience before I die is being pregnant and giving birth - crazy huh? lol  Maybe I only wish that because I know it can't happen!

til version 1.2 - ciao

More Love Buzz


This is a bit of an experimental post - just to check out this cool online mp3 player - Im going to start an actual real and proper blog soon, so I'm just checking out some features I'd like to add to it.

This being one of them - get yours @ mixpod.com



MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com

If I were a meme


I love meme's - so this is probably the first of many to come...

I took this meme from Decoy Betty - & I know it needs to be reformated - but need to just store it here in case I haven't saved it before I reformat my laptop

If I were a month: February - always changing, it's the only month that changes

If I were a day of the week: I'd be a lazy Saturday afternoon - as on Sunday you have to get ready for monday.
If I were a time of day: I'd be 10:43pm - the most common time of day people have sex - or 3 am...
the witching hour - it's 3 am in the morning...eminem
If I were a planet: I'd be venus - mysterious and uncharted, but with a temperature so high it prohibits life.

If I were a sea animal:I'd be a great white shark
If I were a direction: I'd be north - so you could work out where you were when compared to me
If I were a piece of furniture: I'd be a comfy beat up sofa - may not look great but f*ckin comfy.

If I were a liquid: I'd be coke - vanilla coke

If I were an animal: I'd be a chamealeon - ever changing to try to fit into my surroundsif
If I were a gemstone, I’d be amethyst (kinda obvious - violet/pisces/febuary) - or a bright deep pink or black saphire

If I were a tree:I'd be a willow

If I were a tool: I'd be a swiss army knife - useful for all kinds of little things, but not useful for anything major.
If I were a flower: I'd be a vivid pink lily - or the ones from Meg's boquet (?)


If I were a kind of weather: I'd be the raging thunder storm after a hot summers day - the southerly that roars through
the gong and shire to chase the heat away


If I were a musical instrument: I'd be a bass guitar (but would love to be Dave grohl's set of drums!)

If I were a color: I'd be - well I am violet - but if I were a color... I could never stay the same - so a deep
holographic purple that changes colors depending on how you look at it - like on worked v8's.


If I were an emotion: I'd be that one funny moment that makes you smile whilst in the depths of great despair
- or the comfort in being sad

If I were a fruit: I'd be a blueberry - just cause they're cool

If I were a sound: I'd be the reverberation of Dave Grohl hitting a drum - or the bass line to love buzz
If I were an element, I’d be fire - despite my love of water - Fire can throw light into deep darkness, illumination and enlightenment, comfort and warmth yet also burn, damaging and destroying. Good and bad all converged into one..
If I were a car: I’d be a pony named Elanore
If I were a food: I'd be a steak sandwich form the grand Hyatt in Melbourne.
If I were a place, I’d be the safe comfort of my own bedroom - one for only me - my posters on the wall, my mattress on the floor.
If I were a material: I’d be well worn cotton jersey or pale soft faded denim
If I were a taste: I'd be a tequila sunrise, sweet yet sharp
If I were a scent: my favorite incense - nag champra
If I were an object: I'd be a goose down body pillow.
If I were a body part: I'd be a pregnant belly or a tattooed piece of skin
If I were a facial expression: I'd be the look of a light bulb switching on in someone's mind.
If I were a song: I'd be Violet - 'when I get what I want - then I never want it again' 'might last a day... might last forever'(or rape me - you're shit aint gunna bring me down)
If I were a pair of shoes: I'd be my rare cherry red & black marbled Docs - found in my size ( a stupidly huge 10) for $8 in a salvo's store

I'm not sorry


I'm not sorry that there is nothing left to save...
I'm not sorry for anything that we gave.
"Your Ex-Lover Is Dead"

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across Point Champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name...

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love...

Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...
Live through this, and you won't look back...

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save...

Your Ex-Lover is Dead - Stars

31 is my new 21


I have always thought that some of the best times of my life were as a teenager - Fuck!! How wrong was I!!!

I also had a pretty great year when I was 21 and single, surrounded by friends and family, standing on my own two feet and supporting myself and my son without any help from a man. Granted I crashed and burned in a big way, but I was happy (well kinda miserable - but felt pretty good about myself)

I've just turned 31 - and guess what??? I'm pretty fucking happy.

X did nothing to destroy this birthday - he didnt get me a present, but not destroying it was a pretty good present.

ACDC absolutely rocked, experience of a fucking lifetime. Most of my close friends and family went to see them on their Black Ice tour, and because some of them missed out, got stuck in seats or trampled in the mega mosh I feel kind of bad sharing the fact that I got a last minute invite to go see them on Saturday night.

And not just any invite - a laminate style invite, the kind hundreds of thousands would've killed to possess. And a really cool crew t-shirt which somehow managed to get signed. At first I didnt believe Mcgoo when he said I should come down to Sydney for my birthday - not that I didn't believe his invite (McGoo Fuckin Rocks!!!) - but because I didn't believe ACDC would be playing on Feb 20th - the 30th anniversary of Bon Scotts death (and my 31st B'day).

I will treasure that night for a long time to come - It almost out did my previous favorite birthdays, then the following night I got a text from someone I had been longing to hear from. I guess all in all it is definitely up there in the top 3 birthdays in my life.


(yes the txt was from the rockstar)

Another year passes


Another Day passes, Another year ends, Tomorrow is my birthday. Another year of life over, Another ready to begin.

My year of being 30 brought me much pleasure and even more pain. But because I lived through it I will never be the same.

I'm feeling all nostalgic, and a little sorry for myself. The last time I had a great birthday was in 1994 when I turned 15. It is hard for me to choose my favorite birthday, but 14 and 15 are pretty much neck and neck. They were just amazing!!

Every birthday since has been tinged with sadness, and often loaded up with pain. 16 was possibly the worst, but that was the last before my ex was to blame.

I always felt that Feb 20th was just a special date, it wasn't until my 14th that I felt like it was fate. Kurt Cobain shared my Birth Date, My Chinese Zodiac too. It was on my 14th that I got to celebrate this fact.

I was living in a teenage refuge, glad to have escaped my fathers roof and wrath. I didn't think It would be a very happy day. In the refuge we could only receive phone calls from family members, and was shocked when the worker came to get me to tell me my cousin was on the phone.

My cousin? My eldest cousin was about 9 at the time, and knew there was no way they would be calling me, and certainly not at the place I was staying. Somewhere between the loungeroom and the office where the phone was, the penny started to drop.

Could it possibly not be my cousin, but maybe Noddy's cousin - aka The Star. He had left town just prior to Christmas, taking my heart with him. I had two or three boyfriends in the mean time, and so many more since. But the Star was my first and truest love. He was my 14th Birthday present. And no other present has ever quite measured up - not even when I got engaged exactly ten years later.

15 was special for other reasons, for it was the one celebrated the best. Surrounded by so many friends, a surprise party which I managed to ruin the surprise of!!! It still meant the world to me that my beautiful foster mother organised it for me when I though I was going to be spending the weekend alone. I was showered with gifts, not at great expense, but presents that were great and true. Many were hand made and beautiful, I still have most of them and treasure them deeply.

The best one was when little Ben literally gave me the shirt off of his back. A long sleeved black T-shirt, Led Zepplin's Swan Song. The boy upon whom I had the hugest of crushes took of his shirt and showed my his incredibly hot skeletal frame, and spent the rest of the day being my eye candy!! I will never forget that day. In the 16 years that have passed that shirt simply gets thinner and thinner, but I will never ever get rid of it.

15 was the last time I got to share my birthday with Kurt Cobain. Every year since then his shadow has remained.

16 was harsh and cruel, then I met Mr.E and he ruined all the rest. Just wonder what he has in store for me to rain on my parade!

Illumination by Candle Light


A Candle Never Loses its Light by Lighting Another Candle. an ancient proverb




When a Candle shares it's flame with another, Its flame is not diminished nor Its illumination dimmed. By sharing its flame with another, It creates another flame. A flame that can now also be shared and combined their ability to illuminate grows such that together they can shine light into places where darkness once hid.



I'd like to think that a Heart can be like a candle. Not loosing its love by sharing it with another, but rather gaining experience and the power that comes with such. Deepening and enriching the life of the hearts owner as well as the hearts it shares its Love with.

 At least that is my take - Once I can put that, along with a few points as to why guilt shouldn't be felt, My Reply to the message should be almost complete.

If only sleep were like a candle, or a heart. Yet again I ponder on my love for sleep and the unrequited love insomnia has for me.

Out of the Blue


It was rather odd. Completely out of the blue, without provocation, and for no reason I can come up with, I got a text from the person I've just spent almost 6 weeks pining for. The person whom I finally felt I'd gotten over.

Yesterday I was reading a post on a blog called Between the sheets, the author ponders why is it that When past loves hear that we are single again they find themselves compelled to contact us

I know that he hasn't contacted me because he's heard I'm single, my relationship status has remained constantly empty!

Apparently he was feeling bad, or guilty about the way things ended. Why couldnt he find the courage to say those words six weeks ago when I really needed to hear it. Despite being slightly peeved that he has now drawn up feelings I had worked so hard to put to bed, it's somewhat comforting that he still had my number.

I don't hold onto some stupid hope that the message was anything other than him feeling sorry for himself and wanting forgiveness to escape a guilt that must have somehow grown within his soul. I knew the person I was getting involved with, and silent treatment following one night stands was almost his reason dietre.

I still have questions, although I doubt he wants to answer them, let alone the balls to do so. Just taking a breath before I delve into actually speaking to him, or trying to tend to any of the unwoven threads. I don't even know if I want to. Why now? Why when I finally felt like I had completely moved on does this person pop up again just out of the blue?

I know Ive wanted him to walk back out of the fog, but just don't know how to feel or what to think. I did respond, but have left it open... not my usual way, but I need to think before I respond - would like to be able to rescue a friendship out of the entire kybosh!

De-Friended


Apparently "unfriend" was the word of the year for 2009 - @ least according to this article from dailymail.co.uk

They may say 'unfriend', however I think popular opinion would side with the slightly different term of 'de friend' to describe the action of removing a 'friend' from your friends list on social networking sites, most commonly Facebook. However after actually taking the time to actually "look" at what it says on facebook - I think the correct term would be removing a friend.

You may already know that at the beginning of the year I was in a little poke war with an ex love. I love Facebook poking! I really need to sit down and properly write about how my heart healed itself through a string of pokes, the amazing restorative properties of a very tiny icon. . . but today is not that day!

Today I'm going to tell you about poking another ex love, and 'accidentally' getting de-friended in the process! This is the ex love I wrote about in my post 'That Summer' I think I'll call him "the Star" for reasons only known to him.

He is such a great guy, great mate! Totally cracks me up whenever I'm Down, Supports me when I'm falling apart and encourages me when I feel like quitting! He really is a star!

I hadn't chatted with him for a week or two, and the poking war had begun to diminish, I figured I'd start one with him. Only for entertainment value - & for the fact that you can know someone's still alive and kicking when they don't upgrade their Facebook status. (I truly believe there is so much more to be said for the facebook poke - its truly marvelous!!)

A day or two later I was checking out Super Poke on Facebook - so much more to do than just poke! I decided to throw a sheep @ the star, but when I went looking for him in my friends list, but he wasn't there!

I was scared for a second. Had the star fallen from the sky? Did I forget to make a wish as he shot across the sky on his way into social networking oblivion?

So I searched for him on Facebook, Found him easily (he really is a one of a kind. If I ever find another person with his name . . .well I will buy a lottery ticket!!!) There he was, the sweet pic of him and wife to be, there was the box saying mutual friends. But He was no longer my friend!!!

What had I done? I know I failed to answer him via Facebook chat, he called me a whore, If I had been at my computer I wouldve responded with slut, But this missed message was weeks ago. Pre Poke!

Hit friend request, added message - " De-friended me huh? Pfftttt!!

A day later my news feed showed The Star and Violet Goodwin are now friends.

Then get the message saying I mustv'e defriended him, Pffft! again.

Then the answer, if it wasn't you, and it wasn't me. . . I wouldn't call it de-friending, I'd call it drunken wife to be logging in as me.

Panic ensued, far greater panic than when I discovered I as de-friended. And a heavy dose of fear. I have lost many a male mate through marriage. I think I will still boy Mrs star to be a nice fancy set of cuttlery, I just won't mention he stabbed me, or that for one summer we swapped saliva!

Not really much point to this story, It's not funny or insightful. Perhaps in time I will edit it so it will be. I kind of lost my steam thinking of some really great, special and close male friends I have lost to marriage.


As an asside On Facebook you have friends, whilst on Twitter you are either a follower of someone or they are following you. I guess "un-follow" Might make the list for 2010!


mm the conversation with a possibly nosy wife could be another good or boring story to tell. The one that I felt sure was this mates wife questioning a discussion we had had online that later got tagged "naughty!"  I am not a man stealer and am always overjoyed when my mates find love. I just wish their loves could be secure enough to not be jealous of a female friend.

Fading Memories - - - & Revenge!!


I... I do not remember your love, Ellesime. I have tried to. I have tried to recreate it, to spark it anew in my memory. But it is gone... a hollow, dead thing. For years, I clung to the memory of it. Then the memory of the memory. And then nothing. I look upon you and I feel nothing. I remember nothing but you turning your back on me. Now I hunger only for revenge. And... I... Will... HAVE IT!!


Source:// http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Baldur%27s_Gate_series


Just seems kind of pertinent in regards to a special something - > for G <3 u - revenge is a dish best served stone cold, and ill help you prepare it when the time comes chicka

But it does also reflect the way I am feeling - minus the revenge.  Eventually I will take the time to visit all of my draft posts regarding how a whole bunch of facebook poke's healed my heart. Sounds Insane I know . . . but I am. . .

Someone came into my world for just a moment, but they left behind a light. A light which has illuminated the darkened caverns of my psyche, soul and heart. And given me more insight into

And for this, as well as for things they once did without ever knowing it - I am eternally greatfull. Wishing them nothing but the perfect happiness they deserve. (even if they don't believe it)

Not Insane - It's Pulling teeth


A while ago I posted some photos of my leg covered in graffiti - Gosh I LOVE <3 <3 <3 my sharpie lol

I'd written what I was sure were lyrics to a Green Day song - "I declare that my love is true"

I was so definate about it as everytime I read the words in my head I could hear the tune. I also knew it was the last line of the song, and I was pretty sure it was off of Dookie.

Well I was Right - but I was Wrong. . .

It goes ""Just keep saying my LOVE is TRUE""

Well @ least I know I'm not totally psycho - ad the title is ironic, but in a 'you had to be there' kind of way.

And I was SOOoooooo wrong when I thought the 69 looking symbol was 4 Pisces, and the two arcs were Cancer. hmmm been so wrong, have had them mixed up since I last dated a cancer lol. Theres an awful lot more behind the symbols - but oly I know what it all means

**I also ALWAYS 4get how to spell Pisces


Ad despite drinking alcohol, not drinking coke, taking a valium and other things to help me sleep - Ive got the worst type of insomnia - the one where I fall asleep @ 9 or 10 only to wake up an hour later unable to sleep - I'm seriously close to some kind of homicidal suicidal like outbursts - jk, but seriously!

Backstage Whore


I've been blessed @ certain times in my life.

For a few years I got to tour with some of the coolest bands in the country, and some of the biggest bands in the world.  Jet = relatively small but really cool, Rolling Stones = big, & VERY fuckin' pretentious, and although it was cool to see them and eat with their gold cutlery, they were not cool!

I have a collection of "Acess All Areas" passes - aka laminates, that is so big I can't wear them all @ once. I have tour books that are signed, probably worth a bit on eBay. But the cool factor of these tour schedules is limited by time - for they include the bands itineraries whilst they are in the country. Not just when & where the concerts are, but which hotel they are staying at, when they will be here or there and all the flights they will be catching. I probably couldv'e made a mint selling the info - but to be honest that would be completely against my morals.

I wasn't just lucky to get backstage. I didn't win a lottery, nor did I have any professional reason for me to be backstage. I'm not a photographer, journalist, security guard or even a dishwasher @ venues.

So How did I get such access to such great bands?????  Why Is this Post called Backstage Whore??????

Because I swapped Sex for laminates. . .  

I'm neither a groupie, nor am I really a whore (but I guess that depends on your opinion) but I've had sex backstage @many shows.

I didn't have sex at every show (but I did @ most lol), I didn't screw a bunch of strangers, weirdo's creeps or ugly fat dudes. I simply had sex with my husband - a man I loved with every fibre of my being @ the time. See It's not about what you know - but who you know lol!

AND . .    whilst I'm on the subject, if you mix sex  with something else that you are passionate about, or that turns you on - which for me is loud live music - the sex is simply exhilarating. Especially if doing it in public floats your boat. Backstage sex, where the bass is so loud the hairs on your arms stand up and move in time with the beat, In my opinion, Just can't be beat.

But despite how amazing all those experiences were, they also kind of ruined concerts for me. I no longer feel the excitement or enjoyment of watching bands live. Never again could I sit in a seat to watch the show . . . Now I no longer feel satisfied unless I'm @ least on the fence. It's like having sex without the orgasm.

Hurt by Pain


Pain fades, but Hurt is forever.

It is easy to forgive, much harder to forget, no matter how many years have passed, no matter how much the memory may fade as it sits in the "stacks" , It still exists and always will. But your perspective changes with time.

Such is the famous cliche ". . .in time, this to shall pass"

Time is the greatest healer of all.

I had healed, but I had not forgotten. Yet the memory had become so faded and frail, to the point where I overlooked it entirely and jumped in wth both feet, my eyes wide shut, just to het hurt again, only this time much worse.

he


He sits alone in the basement, on an old well worn bed, strumming his beat up guitar. He only knows 5 chords, but he just makes up all the rest.
He pausses, the dark. dank room floods with silence. No one else is home, but still, he stays hidden down in the basement.
Concrete walls & an unfinished floor. Colorless and bland.
He tosses his head, throwing his long dark hair out of his eyes & starts to play again.
His amp is distorted, the notes echoing in his self imposed cement cell.


Girlfriend & A gun



After G posted a rather random facebook status that said "A Girlfriend and A Gun" I immediately thought of this photo - one of my favourites in all of the world

This image is copyrighted & owned by Jasmine Hirst - She is both the photographer & th model
http://www.jasminehirst.com

Making Art & Talking to Dead People - Jasmine's blog


The first time I saw this image I fell in love with it. A close friend of Jasmine's gave me a t-shirt for my 16th birthday that had this photo on it. Underneath it said "So Many Men, So Few Bullets". Over the years both me and my 'boyfriend' Craig wore the shirt so much that now, it sits almost threadbare sealed in a zip lock bag, along with my silent prayers that it will remain in one piece lol.

Years later I found this image for a 2nd time. It was on a postcard that was on display in a community health care setting. this time it was accompanied by the words "Shoot Clean" , part of a campaign for IV drug users to do exactly that.
It may have appeared many other places accompanied by other words, yet the words that immediately pop into my head are along the lines of - Amazing Woman - Inspirational - Beautiful.

Random Facts About me & other crapola


My name is Violet Goodwin. I've been known as and called other names, but this is my real name. It says it on my new birth certificate.

I love trivia, trivial things and strange co-incidences which I often take as a sign. My son got his name due to a few trivial co-incidences. All of which were cemented when they spoke of someone named 'Andrew Goodwin' on the radio whilst I was in labor, and I think its cool that the first album he ever heard was the last one Kurt Cobain listened to.

I am an absolute Kurt Cobain fanatic, don't think it will ever change. He wrote like no other ever has nor could.

I hate my father with a fire like anger and rage. I wish I could kill him everyday, over & over again! For this reason I changed my name. I took on my mother's maiden name, my beloved nan & pa's name. My true family's name.

Only 1 guy ever stood up to my father for me. Others rescued me, but only one stood up to him. My boyfriend at the time was there. He stayed silent, but this other guy stood up for me and stopped him pounding my head into the ground. I will never forget him.

I no longer shorten the word Christmas, Itry to write it with a capital C - not because I am christian, I don't really believe in structured religions etc, nor do I believe in the bible. I do however believe in my nan who believed in the bible and in Christ. She felt it was in very bad taste to shorten it to four letters, thus removing Christ from Christmas - which whether or not u r religious, is what the holiday is based on.

I regularly send txt messages to the wrong person, or to the right person I send messages I wrote but didnt intend to send.

I've run over my phone with a truck & taken it for a swim, once or twice!

I don't believe in the bible as most of it is hypocricy - next time u hear someone say homosexuality is against the bible please ask them to check the labels on their clothes as the passage that says being gay is wrong also says wearing clothing of mixed materials ie: polyester or even a wool/cotton blend is against god!!

I try to always write NIRVANA in capital letters as that is the way it's meant to be. - the font  - (originally named onyx, didn't have a set of lowercase letters, just a smaller version of the uppercase) you can get it at dafont.com

I Always believed that my birthday was incredibly special - not the exact day I was born, but the date : February 20th. Any guy will find himself a special place in my heart if he can work out why it is so special to me. So far one has. But he already had a place in my heart. He was the guy who stood up for me.

Dave Grohl Is THE hottest man alive and the best drummer alive - he comes 2nd after jon bonham. I also think that Taylor Hawkins- the now drummer for foo fighters is also a damn good hard hitter, something I think he learnt from grohl lol

I constantly laugh at myself and my strange ideas - like hawkins learning to hit hard from grohl.

I have numerous really close friends who are all born on May 10th - Along with sid viscious and Krist Novoselic (for the dumb and young he was the bass player and only other original member of NIRVANA)

I don't say I love you unless I mean it.

I often watch tv with the subtitles on. My hearing is shocking and often read people's lips. Its incredibly embarrassing when trying to hear what someone with a strong accent is saying. It comes from too much time spent listening to music far too loudly and not wearing earplugs when I probably should of.

I was kicked out of home when I was 12 after my mum moved in with my now step father. I later lived under my fathers roof for a while, but soon ran away.

I am very careful with saying 'I Promise" as if I say I promise - I will then ensure I do everything possible - & occassionally impossible - to ensure I don't break the promise.

I rarely lie, & will never ever lie (or even say something that could somehow be misconstrued or somehow change and become a lie) if I swear on my son's life or on my nanna's grave.

I Prefer honesty above all else. Find Lies and deceit to be disgusting, ultimately pathetic and completely a waste of time. Man up and be honest, be brutally honest and don't waste people's time.

I truly thought I would die when I was 27 - I guess I wasn't legend enough.

I love Latin

I don't drink brown spirts, only clear ones. Tequilla sunrise's with lots of grenadine and no orange pulp (this was b4 alchopop was invented - but it was my alchopop, its sweet and doesn't taste like alcohol) and lemon/citrus Bacardi breezers.

I got expelled from a catholic girls boarding school.

I smoke - winfield gold to be exact. I smoke far too much.

I have no blood siblings. An older 'foster' sister Kristin - who is my sister in my soul.  Both of my biological parents fostered then adopted my younger sister Louise - or loukie, And I had an older foster brother Justin. I loved him more than anything, but he died @ age 15 when I was just 7, he was my world. But my parents don't talk about it EVER and hardly anyone knows I had a brother, not even my cousins. If u know I had a brother before reading this - I love u and trust you more than you will ever know.

When I was 15 I finally left or rather ran away and fled Armidale, moving to Sydney to go to a concert I didn't have a ticket to. I ended up getting to see the band anyway and never looked back.

All of my closest friendships were first formed in Armidale.

I hog the remote control & regularly forget to hang out the washing &/or bring it in off the line.

I loose the remote regularly & think that remotes should have sim cards so you can call them to find them.

I love to jump on the trampoline in the rain

I am a bit of a rev head, have a lead foot and owe money to the SDRO to proove this point! lol And I've been in demolition derbies and LOVED IT!!

I died when I was 15. If you were in my life @ that time u know why, otherwise I don't really discuss the how (so again if u know I must really love & trust you) but there was no white light, and the defribrillator (the electric paddles that re-start your heart) hurt and left bruises.

I fell in love - real love - for the first time when I was 13 and never fell out of love with the guy. We never broke up, he never broke my heart, so I still love him, but more of a brotherly (yes maybe slightly incestuous) love lol

Said boyfriend once stabbed me in the back . . . with a fork . . . by accident. I intend to buy him a set of cuttlery when he finally sets a date for his wedding!

I once shaved my head, Not a number 2 or even a 0, but babies ass bald, with a razor. I missed my hair and still have nightmares about having no hair lol.


I collect Vinyl records. My Favourite was the single "this is a call" by foo fighters. It glowed in the dark. I bought it on my first "date"  with my husband.

I kept that record in a vertical record player, It was an incredibly rare record player. My husband Kicked it smashing the record, the record player and put a massive hole in the wall behind it.

This is the only piece of Vinyl I own that has ever gone anywhere near a record player.

I sent my husband to jail opnce, he stayed there a week. He used to be physically abusive, now he just fucks with my head! lol

I use the term husband loosely. we share a child and have lived together for the majority of the past 14/15 years. He is not, nor will he ever be my husband. I just call him that to distinguish him from any boyfriend.

Only ever had two decent boyfriends. Both before I was 16.

My favourite movies are Juno & Mad Love (which starts out with a favourite NIRVANA song lol) & feel that I am a lot like both the main characters. **fun trivia - juno features a short bit of a hole song - so it's in the cobain family lol

I don't take myself seriously. And hope others don't either.

I had a crush on a guy for about 16 years

I am kooky crazy and possibly insane.

I am now only 2 degrees (or is it 3??)  of separation from Kurt Cobain - friend (&facebook friend - just to prove I do know her rather than just know of her) photographer Jasmine Hirst is friends with and has worked with Courtney Love's , and she was married to kurt. (duh??)

I am Also One degree seperated from serial killer Aileen Wurnoss (the woman charlize Theron played in the movie 'Monster') also via jasmine.

I have a crush on a girl. I have kissed a girl & I liked it.

I though it was true love when a guy who looked like dave grohl kissed me during a foo fighters song lol Yes i'm romantically ludicrous too

I have 2 tattoo's And 4 piercings, one of which has grown over totally, another which I re-pierce occassionally and then the two boring ones in my ears. I want more.

I have a K on my chest and a pink ribbon on my left arm.

I LOVE my cherry red & black marbled docs. They are a perfect fit for my huge size 10 foot and I got them for $8 at salvo's.

I moved to the Country from Sydney early 2009. It is almost new years and I still haven't finished unpacking.

I lost my toaster in the move. The Christmas tree also dissappeared along with the cutlery.

I bought new cutlery, but still have to get a toaster. There was no tree This Christmas.

I'm scared of sharks . . . . . even in swimming pools. - I'm not kidding

There was a ghost in my last house & I miss him?? or her - but i think it was a he.

I've tried most things once, if I haven't yet I hope to one day - except for sky diving. . . I am stupidly scared of heights.

I've tried most drugs and although some may not believe it I have never ever tried heroin - I swear on my son's life and my nan's grave that I've never tried it.

I get really really bad insomnia & often go without sleep.

Gun's and heroin are two Kurt Cobain things I want nothing to do with. But when I read the book "come as you are" - the original, which was when he was still alive- I underlined the names of drugs such as imodium and physeptone. Both of which I have taken, along with Lithium.

I hate smoking pot. I only ever did it to keep up with everyone else. Peer Pressure Sucks!

I once had my car searched by police - everything in it, which was an awful lot - was pulled out on King Street Newtown during peak hour. They found nothing despite emptying my suitcase onto the footpath & questioning me intently as to why I had a vcr in my boot (my mum gave it to me a month before and I hadn't taken it out yet) and my husband's check book. They failed to find the 3+grams of speed under the back passengers foot mat

I have never since had the stuff let alone taken it.

I've been arrested for driving without a licence. In no way was this related to the search incident. I was later cleared of all charges.

I've had pepper spray burn the crap out of my eyes.

I give blood and have had blood transfusions.

I'm finding writing this list oddly cathartic!

I got pregnant with my son when I was 17, It was neither accidental nor purposeful and told his father he could walk away and I would never ask him for anything.
I now can't get rid of him.

Karma paid me back with 3 days of labour and a 10 and a 1/2 pound baby & mega stretchmarks!

My best friend gave birth 7 hrs after me @ home in the bath tub. Belly to belly the week before you couldn't tell she was pregnant compared to me.

I love scorpio's, Taurean's and cancerians - have trouble getting along with Airies.

I've had my heart broken a couple of times but shredded 3 times by 2 people. Sadly I have also broken more than one heart and feel really bad about it.

I believe that revenge is a dish best served cold, dead stone cold. But given the opportunity for vengance I have held back.

I usually learn from my mistakes and never repeat the same mistake twice.

I  admit to watching porn - & now I guess I admit it publicly

It takes a lot to bother me and get under my skin.

I forgive and forget even easier.

I am incredibly open minded, resiliant and down to earth - well when i'm not off with the fairies.

I love typographical tattoo's, the tattoo on Jeffrey Sabella's neck is soooo hot (winner of project runway season 3) It says "Harrison Detroit l’amor de la mia vita." Harrison Detroit being his son's name


I Love written text and typography

I love writing graffiti on my legs with a Sharpie

I want to get a tatto that says " 'Cause the one's who hurt can give so much, you gave me such" - which is lyrics from the red hot chilli peppers song - tearkerker

When I die I don't want to be buried, nor do I want to be cremated. I wish my body could go in an above ground crypt. Not sure why I think she will out live me,

I know my mother would over rule this even if it is my last request.

I want my funeral to be about music - NIRVANA'S D7 - off of their hoarmoaning ep, the hawaiin version of 'somewhere over the rainbow' , 'Violet' by hole and after a recent funeral i think I'd like my 'foster' sista, kris to sing beautiful disaster.

My Favourite poem is 'Nothing Gold Can Stay" By Robert Frost - which was featured in the book 'the outsiders'

My favourite book is probably 'the house tibet' I fell in love with it when I was 15 and pretty much homeless quite like the characters in the book.

I once dislocated my big toe. The top end of my toe was facing the sky.

My mum also died once. A reaction to anaesthetic, she didn't see a white light either.

Both my nan and her mother had the same first name - Myrabelle - but neither liked to be called that. They went by their middle names. My nan was and is known as Norma, her mother Violet. Just like them as well as my mother I'm also known by my second name, but also my first. Sometimes it confuses people - even me lol

My younger sister and all of my female cousins have the same middle name - Elizabeth. My middle name isn't Elizabeth. They aren't known by their middle names!!

I'm named after my nan's mother Myrabelle Violet Robbins.

I am always saying or writing way way tooo much.

Only one person gets away with calling me penny, but if he does it in person i may kick him in the shin!

My nan's grandkids are all girls except for my cousin Josh. I think that this next generation will be all boys - but just one girl. I don't count my sister's daughters as she is a lost cause and already gave the eldest one away and I haven't seen her baby sarah since she was born.

So far we have four boys, Andy, Seb, Harrison and the beautiful newborn Zach.

I think my cousin Bec will have a girl.

My Favourite piece of clothing - is hard to pick. My NIRVANA shirt that has Dante's circles of hell on the front and the back says " FUDGE PACKIN, CRACK SMOKIN,SATAN WORSHIPPIN, MOTHER FUCKER" is #1, It's an original even has the ACME tag, not some post kurt rip off.

My sister is a lost cause. I have loved her and tried to help her. I have had her drag my heart and soul through the dirtiest of gutters. i even had a nervous breakdown over her and made the worst mistake of my life during the massive situation caused when she  had her first baby. I would do whatever I could vfor her if she asked, but have had to put her out of my head as it is just too painful to think about. I care more about her than she does for herself. It's fucking heartbreakingly complicated.

Her real name was Jean-Louise Murphy. My mum in her disrespectful way changed it to Louise Elizabeth. Her biological parents died when she was in Kindergarden. It took Docs 6 months to tell my parents. (she was a state ward.)

I could swim before I could walk.

I once worked for the devil - aka GE creditline. I quit because it was sucking the life out of me.

My nan died on April 9th. It wasn't until a year later that I realised I had died on April 9th too.

I find romance in odd things. I found it romantic to wake up @ 5.30am the same time as a guy I once loved. I also thought washing my boyfriends socks was romantic lol - would rather wake up @ 5.30 than wash smelly socks.

I once told my husband that when I got Angry I cleaned . . . so he made me angry. . . so I stopped cleaning . . so he got angry . . . thus he is not my husband (never really was married, just lived together for over 14 yrs)

Of my closest 5 friends we have all in some way "shared" a partner. 1 of them slept with my boyfriend (she had gone out with him for ages b4 I did) because I didnt want to lol - I was 13. The other 4, I slept with their ex boyfriend/girlfriend & in one case a one night stand.

Armidale is an incestuous town. I somehow escaped without catching any kind of std!

I slept with another best friends brother. But I lived with him and he was an actual boyfriend.

I used to be a fire twirler/ fire dancer. I guess I still could do it, but haven't for many years.

I believe I can do pretty much anything a guy can.

I'm a bit of a tom boy but usually wear skirts

I love stripey socks

I love thigh high stockings and socks even more.

I'm glad I accidently on purpose had a baby so young. His dad is also glad. But i don't know if our son is glad.

My most important material possessions are my nans ring (& a few of her other belongings, especially those that smell like her still) my laptop - which was bought out of my nan's estate & my drum head signed by all members of NIRVANA

Unless they r listed above i hate material things and materialism.

I thought my birthday was cursed, in the week after my 7th birthday my brother died, a week after my 8th my pa died.

My best birthday ever was my 14th. My present was my beloved first boyfriend coming back to town that exact day. It was also the first birthday I celebrated knowing the reason why my birth date was so special.

My 15th was 2nd best. Surprise party, which i of course wrecked & little ben giving me his long sleeved led zepplin swan song shirt. Him taking it off and walking around shirtless for the rest of the night was also great!!

Little Ben is my greatest unrequited love.

If you happen to actually read this whole list of crap - Please leave a comment, possibly your name if I know you, or even a random fact I have left out, or a moment we once shared.

Delicate Slumber


I grasp at sleep as though it were made of fine gossamer threads, yet no matter how gently I hold it, it always manages to slip ever so delicately and gracefully through my fingers. . .

And yet again I watch the dawn in all its glory rise above the horizon, gradually waking the world from the slumber i so desperately crave.

"I'm so tired I can't sleep, Sit & drink Pennyroyal tea." - Pennyroyal Tea, Kurt Cobain, NIRVANA


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