sort of christmasy …

replace weekend with christmas & you’re sorted:

#YouAreWelcome & i’ll see you on the flip side!

not my meme :)

kpm ©



yes, i’m avoiding all the xmas posts

& shit.

but y’all do you boo’s!

*waving the middle finger salute from the corner of the room*




the silent treatment.

when they think they’re punishing you.





this happened:

one big ass earth quake.

i don’t like earthquakes.

no, not at all.

and the partner … strolls around the house after the shaking stops. then looks at me, serious as, and says:

‘so, do you want pizza for dinner’


i’m still shaking and feel like vomiting and he wants to eat!

couldn’t go and get pizza so cooks himself a feed …


gave me a laugh though, and lightened the panic attack. on a positive note : i didn’t freak out to bad like the last lot of earthquakes we had … those cunts had me in a state of pts(d) shock for months!

but hoping they don’t make a return to soon … i’m still gathering up my feng shui!

kpm ©


apple fucking id

when apple locks you out for putting in the incorrect apple i.d, that you didn’t want, that you had to change last time, to something else that you didn’t want, and therefore promptly fucking forgot grrrr

IKR. 1st world problems.




on other peoples blogs / posts / twitter / ig, ‘Fuck’ appears as




f**k (excuse my language).


do they not know how to spell fuck?

thats it. ’twas a joke. IKR.




when you send the partner to the shop cos the chick on the counter thinks he’s awesome, and gives him free stuff.

“utilising the resources”

no photograph here. the words are enough. roll on.



reconcile the hormones?

So my sedative intake, apart from the antihistamines (which is down to about 1/2 every week), is about the same. And I’m still discerning the difference between a hot flush and a panic fuck … they are so similar it is spooky!

I had an interesting conversation with my Mama whilst we were away … about the menopause situation etc. She was watching Me sweat and quiver and quietly freak out and very nicely asking if I was alright … and then she remembered that she had started having hot flushes when she was in her mid-30s and they were exasperated or brought on when she exerted herself and / or got angry.

I had a super-duper AH-Fucking-HAH moment I tell yah! I could relate perfectly … so I’m hoping that based on those dates / years … I should nearly be done with menopause !!! LOL.

But after this conversation we got onto what a panic attack feels like … signs, symptoms, what brings them on … and hit on something in that jumble fuck.

That if my hormones are doing what they should, but in essence I feel completely out of control of my body … it follows that thats what brings on the panic fuck.

I don’t like being out of control … especially of my … Yes, MY … body, thanks to pts fucking d.  So something else to work on I guess … like I didn’t have enough already pfft!

Anyway … so heres to another week of hormone imbalance-rebalance-apparently all in fucking balance survival!

Cheers Me :)

kpm ©



argue …

you know what …

i don’t think

i have anything

to add to this




thats a new place

For Me.

kpm ©


fucken hormones.

i forgot

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the hormones. fuck.

  • bleeding like a stuck pig
  • bleh
  • not cool
  • actually roasting like a pig on a spit
  • hmmm bacon
  • well that digressed fast

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one of ‘those’ days

The partner is away, which is usually my que to enjoy my space … and while I am, sort of, the road works twats have decided to finally do their upgrade on our street … Today! Yes today of all fucking days!

Why is this disturbing?

  1. It’s noisy … like real noisy. (my pts(d) and loud noise don’t mix)
  2. It’s vibrating the entire house. (my pts(d) and erratic movement don’t mix)

Personally I couldn’t give a fuck about upgrading our street. I like no footpaths. I like a tonne of unkempt edges (all the buunies play in it at night). I like sand everywhere.

These assholes (well the local council anyways) like taking their time about upgrading shit so they get paid more and they can increase the locals yearly rates. Not that this directly effects us at the moment … and yes I’m just whinging at this point.

Actual point is I want them to piss off … they’re messing with my feng shui and sensitive constitution!

kpm ©



ball sack??

The other day in town, I noticed this atrocity … funny atrocity … but atrocity none the less. I think they were going for something ‘gang-y’ and ‘edge-y’ … but it ended up looking like the following possibilities:

  1. A deformed foot
  2. A tonsil
  3. One lone ball sack hanging from some humpy things


Tagging, graffiti artists slash learner gang affiliates handbook 101 – a few tips:

  • When your repping a certain ‘mascot’ or representation of something that means life and death to you, in a public place, make sure you do it justice!
  • Just because it sounds edgey doesn’t actually make it edgey. Think that shit through before displaying in a public place.
  • Don’t use your actual name!
  • Practice before you apply the final masterpiece.

By the way – it is supposed to be a fist!

I know right!

kpm ©



a little knowledge.

  1. If you pluck the hairs out of your chin, they grow back.
  2. If you pluck the hairs out of your chin, they grow back thicker.
  3. If you pluck the hairs out of your chin, by the time you hit your 40s, your going to need a hedge trimmer to tidy those bastards up!

Moral of the story ~

1. The hair is supposed to be there; leave it the fuck alone!

2. A hedge trimmer doesn’t work!



OM fucken G

how thick
can one man be.



b for boredom

They’d whine

‘I’m bored’

Really?, I’d say

And hand them the toilet brush

Not bored now are yah
Little fuckers

kpm ©


the word, cunt

When I started working with Youth Justice, I was reasonably open-minded, I thought. And my language had always been ‘flavoursome’ to say the least. But I had never come across a place that used the word ‘cunt’ so flamboyantly. At first I thought it was severely distasteful…and I can hear the nods of agreement already, ‘it is distasteful; it’s a revolting word’. And while that is partially true, like the word ‘fuck’, there is an exuberance relating to the word that just seems to embody the spirit of its expulsion from ones lips.

Needless to say…I left Youth Justice with a new word added to my vocab-lyric repertoire ;) And now when the need arises, which it seems to do quite frequently lately, a punctuated ‘fuck you cunt’, is flung at its recipient. Which seems to bring quite a warm fuzzy feeling throughout my body.


kpm ©