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mst

Put Your Head Between Your Knees, And Kiss Your Bum Goodbye

About Me

I'm not that interesting. Maybe that's what people think is interesting about me... that I don't think I am. Perhaps I'm one of those faces that you see in a crowd and think you know from somewhere in your childhood, or a boozy night out, but I'm not that girl. I write, I read, I cry, and yes, I bleed. All of these things I write about in poetic form, or your ordinary random blog. I'm not that pretty. I'm not that thin. I'm not that funny, unless you like fart noises and bitching in a fun way, not a nasty way. I'm opinionated, but I do try to diplomatic about it most of the time. If I offend you, I wont apologise. If I hurt your feelings, it's your own fault. If I touch your heart, bring you a smile, write a poem you relate to, or you just kind of like me for me, then you're always welcome here, and it IS my fault.

My Interests

Reading, Writing, Photography, Music, Nature, Bitching, Gossiping, Reading Trashy Mags and then wondering why I bothered, going on cleaning spree at 10pm and not stopping until 2am, MySpace, Driving (that doesnt mean I know shit about cars, I just like to drive), Shopping, Chocolate, Movies, Trivia blah blah blah

Music:

I like the point she makes

Movies:

Labrynth

Television:

Skins

Books:

Pratchett, Holt, Riely, Elton, Herbert, Crichton, and anything that looks remotely interesting.

My Blog

THE THINGS WE INHERIT FROM OUT PARENTS

I'm not talking about what they leave in their will Or the traits, such as, a snorting laugh, a nervous twitch, a twinkle in the eye Dashing good looks (thanks mom!) I'm talking about the not so nice...
Posted by mst on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 05:41:00 PST

YOU’RE NO OIL PAINTING

In my day to day life, I encounter many  individuals where the statement "You're No Oil Painting" couldn't be more accurate. There were several on the bus this morning, and I gots to thinking. ...
Posted by mst on Thu, 29 May 2008 04:16:00 PST

HES JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU (SATC)

There it is. That infamous line from Season 6 of Sex and the City. I know this because I spent my Saturday glued to my sofa watching season 6 on DVD. Borrowed DVD Kindly leant to me by my workmate, ...
Posted by mst on Sun, 25 May 2008 04:31:00 PST

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

As I sit with a glass of Chardonay and revisit thoughts of the 'old days' (says the 26 year old), I find myself wondering why I spent so much of my youth talking to middle aged people in virtual commu...
Posted by mst on Sat, 24 May 2008 06:27:00 PST

OFFICE COLLECTIONS - MY THOUGHTS

You hear it in the background, about three desks away from you. The clink of loose change in the bottom of the envelope The smiley face that most people just can't say no to But not me The office col...
Posted by mst on Fri, 09 May 2008 11:11:00 PST

MY DAY OF CELEBRATION - WHAT ARE YOU CELEBRATING TODAY?

Today I am celebrating and I'm not just celebrating one thing I've decided today is a day of combined celebration. Firstly, I saw my brother for the first time in five years on Tuesday and yesterday. ...
Posted by mst on Thu, 08 May 2008 02:12:00 PST

WE ALL KNOW WHAT AMERICAN TV DID TO ’THE OFFICE’... WE CAN’T LET THAT HAPPEN TO ’SPACED’

Two things   This: Spaced is in development at FOX with executive producers McG and Robert Green attached, along with Adam Burr (The New Adventures of Old Christine, Desperate Housewives, Will a...
Posted by mst on Tue, 06 May 2008 12:02:00 PST

GOD IS JUST HEAR SAY

Ah, religion ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />  That thing that people live for   Die for   Sacrifice for   That thing which tares people, ...
Posted by mst on Mon, 05 May 2008 01:42:00 PST

INTERNET-NESS

Finally, I don't have to rely on my net connection at work to blog This is a welcome change, let me tell you It's nice to be able to check the internet things that I like to check without having to wo...
Posted by mst on Sun, 04 May 2008 05:26:00 PST

MY DEMON

I feel you in the shadows You lurk under my bed In the dark recess of imagination In the black hole of my head My thoughts are all consumed By what I thought I had surrendered The repaired peices of m...
Posted by mst on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 01:44:00 PST