Memories: 20 October 2023

20 October 2023

Today is Beauregard’s 8th birthday. Alas he has been dead for two months and one week. I miss him. He was my most cherished friend and “Dogtor”.

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20 October 2022

I spent the afternoon and evening finishing off my jewellery display box. I am utterly exhausted. I bought 1/2 inch copper pipe, cut it to size, polished it then drilled holes in the lid. Fit the pipes. Then wrapped copper wire around the pipe so I can hang earrings off it.

I wanted 8 mm copper pipe but this was the thinnest they had. So I had to make it work.

I had to sand but that broke off when I made the holes for the pipe, varnish it again. So much work has gone into this and it still is not perfect but it’s mine and I am still proud of it.

It’s a large canteen so now I hope I can schlep it to my market stall with all the other stuff as I want to utilise it for display.

Hmmm…will my words, creativity, blessings, soul signature ONLY travel 5 miles. Would you walk 500 miles for me? Nahhh me neither. I’d have to drive my car or take a train or a bus but I kept falling in love and metaphorically falling under one so scratch that…we already had that song as an answering machine message in the early 2000s. I guess you had to be there to appreciate the in-joke! :-/

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Happy 7th Birthday, Beauregard. Wow, that time went quick. How much we have grown in the past 7 years! Exponential miraculous growth. Mama T loves you. Privileged to be sharing my life with you! You is a good Dogtor. A beautiful loyal stoic friend and a son embodied in a dog’s form.

Laura Martin: Happy Birthday, Bobo! You are one lucky doggie to have such a loving Mommy! You keep taking good care of your Mama T! Your Auntie Laura is sending oodles of love from Canada! 💖🤗😽🥰🥳🎂🦴🥓😍

Beauregard: Fanx You Auntie Laura. We is lucky to have you in our lives also xxx

@Laura Martin Mama T wantz to Bathies me. On my birthday!!! Outrageous. She says I am stinky. Does she not know that I do that on purpose!

Laura Martin: Tanya Arons That is horrible! How dare she!!! The nerve of some people! 😮

Laura Martin don’t worry Auntie…I’sa gonna scream and yell and throw an epic tantrum then get washed like a good doggie and I know for realz my Mama will give me a schmacko even if I is a bad bathies boy!

It’s all just a play! In a dogs life! No fleas on this birfday boy. I know how that goes…

Laura Martin I was a good bathies babyyy today. I only snarled once. Cos it’s my birthday you understand. I’m a gonna kill De Mama another bathing day…mkkkk

Me: Bobo had the best birthday dinner ever….I came home from Coles this afternoon with half a hot cooked chicken. I had eaten some of it in the car but planned on having the rest for dinner.

I walked into the kitchen, started unloading groceries.

Next thing I know I walked back in the lounge to get the other bags and there was the empty chicken packaging. Not even bones were left or stuffing (he usually hates stuffing!).

I just looked at him and he shot me a triumphant not-even-guilty look!

I said “Well Bobo…happy birthday. You got away with the chicken heist!”

Funny guy!

20 October 2021

We are sitting in the back of the garden, in the shade. Charley climbed up on my lap and is snuggling with De Mama.

The garden is peaceful. It feels like the earth is holding her breath, waiting….for the next adventure.

Charley is quilling and therefore cantankerous. I gently smoothed her feathers on her head and she squawked and tried to bite me. It is painful, the quilling.

She is torn between craving attention/affection and residing in her own autonomy. I get it. So I let her sit on my right thigh, twittering at the Indian miner bird that has landed on the grevillea bush nearby.

He twitters in his bird language and she responds with “wassup” in English. Delightful.

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Back from grocery shopping. Spent way too much on way too little. Shelves half empty. Especially the meat shelves at Coles.

I bought bread mix for my bread oven. It might be cheaper or nicer to bake my own bread again.

A big bag of bread mix cost $26. I couldn’t afford it. I will buy it when I get my advance in November. Maybe.

I bought a large container of yoghurt. Maybe lining my gut will make me feel less Berserker in this filthy treacherous Covid paradigm. Or it will line my stomach as this army fights on her full belly!

(Throws hands up in the air…WHATEVER!)

I bought stuff I needed for my fishpond. I also bought a welding apron so I can work (when I have the energy and motivation) on my jewellery without wrecking my clothes as easily. The leather apron was $15 which is a good price I think.

I bought the sanding discs to sand back my studio desk. I could only afford one 40 grit. It’s all so hellishly expensive living in hell.

But I am looking forward to sanding it back and returning it to its former untrammelled-unbeaten-down-by silversmithing-disasters…glory!

I finally bought more polyester stuffing for my knitted toys as well. Expensive.

But necessary if I am going to keep making them.

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People of Brisbane, Queensland. Those of you who are living in government housing through no fault of your own, brutalised by life circumstances and our State.

When Palascuk threatens to cut our pensions, and take our homes and starve us…in the guise of “health measures” be on notice. She wanted to terrorise us into suicide. Saves on the FEMA camp body bags. Saves on us “useless feeders”.

Hitler’s genocide began not with the jews although that was his “Final Solution” but with the poor, mentally ill, the government dissenters and the institutionalised, the ones too raped and broken to be deemed worthy of food, and safety and prosperity.

They have created a generation of complex ptsd survivors via the churches/temples/ mosques of institutionalised child sexual abuse.

They fully endorsed it in our homes too. Turned blind eyes. Sent me to a “health camp” just as dangerous as my home.

To a hospital for a broken wrist I acquired at that health camp where I was anaesthetised and screamed in my already complex trauma “gifted” me at 6 years old.

For which I was punished as how dare I, in my unconscious state, Voice the screams and agonies I had been forced into smothering by that time at 7 years old.

Survival of the Silenced lambs of god. Suffer the little children… Beaten into long decades of silence. Strangled too. But you will not Pull wool over my eyes. I witness you!

But hear me now! I WILL NOT BE SILENCED.

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A letter to the Void of the heart of the last man I fell in love with:

I met you 8 years ago on this night. At the Elephant hotel. The elephant hotel with Ganesh painted on its back wall. Oh the irony. 8 years have passed and the attraction, attachment has been as stoic as ever.

My perfectly perfunctory perforated and yet powerful heart that never gave up on Love for its own sake, even as you kept playing me for a fool. Trawling woman after woman as you pursued me, in various pubs and at the casino and even at last, at a drumming circle.

Bewitched belated benighted and smited, were we! In a world gone mad with Covid and death cults and an actual real life “zombie apocalypse”: the stuff of nightmares I never thought I would be living to see.

I had tried to end my life, of course. The pain of chronic sadistic rejection and the constant ebb and tide of your lacklustre false love was too much for me.

But I was reared for this moment, this breath, this life. From my own multitude of petit morts since my inception and insertion into my evil mother’s putrescent false womb. To now.

Always the now, my love. That is all there is…the eternal now. The breath. The hope. The sunshine in a kaleidoscopic cascading dust mote, swirling into Infinity.

Turn the number 8 horizontally and you have the symbol of infinity. The symbol of creation, the dance of life and of death, the yin and yang clasped together in a melding that cannot be separated except by fate or a particle collider.

But it’s 2.17 am and I must think happy thoughts. Ground myself until this empty reality devoid of comfort and ease, stripped bare of intimacy and affection, shredded of any hope of posterity and mangled by men, who knew not what they were so callously destroying. Cared not. Trifled with. Pissed on. Betrayed… falls away to oblivious obliterated Oblivion. Oh blah dee…obladah… the big O. Oh oh. Ohhhhh.

I am okay. It’s a full moon. The moon that called you into my being and the same moon that will take you out.

I put a prayer out to the guardian of the crossroads recently as I kept seeing you at crossroads. I asked for a resolution or a gentle graceful letting go. So I can finish my life in peace and joy and be released and blessed and invite the heart and awe of a real love I always deluded myself might arrive in my life one day.

This evening I deleted you. The last threads of connection. But here I am, lying in my bed, burning with the long knives of memory and longing that cut and sliced my heart to smithereens like a biopsy needle, stealing my lifeforce: my strength, as you bled and bled and fed from me energetically. You evil perverted Cunt!

But I have to laugh at my defiance and my passionate vulgarity. My lips still remember yours pressed against them. Still feel the thrumming of the blood pulsating under your skin as you kissed me. Still feels the passion as you melded with me. So long ago. 4 months after meeting you.

Too much too soon and yet not enough to cleave you to me.

I was never enough for you. Never truly chosen. But you watched from the shadows in Seedy pubs and clubs as it bothered you that I might be loved by someone else one day.

When the homeless man blessed me with a wooden painted rose at a drumming circle two years ago, you looked on with amazement. With bathos and with humour.

Watched over me like a true lover should. But still you did not claim me. Envy and spite of even a homeless man’s spiritual honorifics of the Tanya as I struggled with my broken heart and seer sucker-punched soul.

Ojibwa medewins and Voodoo gods and my own limitless Adonai. The Divine masculine who played me, parlayed me and sold me down the river Styx.

But at the last near death, it was Lilith in the form of the Divine Feminine who reclaimed me and gently rocked me back into my body and told me “You will be okay Tanya, in a hellscape of epic proportions, you will go back and tie up loose ends and have the life the gods ordained for you.” Another half lie…half life.

But I got to see fireflies and hold my Daughter’s hand as shooting stars and spying satellites crossed the night sky, and create beauty in a world gone sour, rancorous and ugly.

Half a life…is still a life. A kiss is still a Kiss. I remember. When you played the game so well you had me locked in your cosmic embrace for eternity.

I remember the love, the dream and the suffering. And so it is. Perhaps that was my quest, my mission. I pray at last it is accomplished. This missive must end in 5 seconds….four…three…two….ONE!

Giggles. No end and no beginning. It is what it is. Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh. I am whom I am Becoming. The circle of life is complete and I am replete.

20 October 2020

@Kylie Connelly me after I regretfully allowed Jasmine to cut off my dreads.

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I had an urge to make some more videos about my life! Yesterday I felt like starting a tapestry weaving which I have not done in many years!

So I guess I am feeling creative. Nothing got done today though. Always time for another day! I am being gentle with myself as the last few weeks I was battling dizziness.

Then my asthma has been playing up. I will see what I feel Inspired to do tomorrow. I have a debrief tomorrow too. It was brought forward early.

I need to sleep soon...but I say that every night then spend until 4 am fighting off the Astral then passing out. Weird old Tanya body playing tricks on me. Hormones. Bitches.

Never mind, one day they will quell and let me get on with the slow grind of dying ffs! The Tanya without her raging ‘mones?! Incomprehensible. I might even Become one of those sweet subdued old ladies!

Docile! (NOT!!!)

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Buggar... I have to go out again to get dog food. I already went to Aldi this morning. (To buy cat litter and um... chocolate and sesame snaps cos Miss Five was triggereddd).

Oh well back out I must go. I might find something extra yummy for the Beau’s birthday!

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20 October 2019

11:11 pm a blessing on our heads.

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I had a lovely walk around the block with Beauregard. On the way I spoke to a Scottish woman (from Edinburgh) who told me I had a large koala in my black bamboo the other day. She took out her phone and showed me the photos. How delightful! I missed his visit!

I told her that he hates when they are doing earthworks in the forest and a few years ago ran up into my umbrella tree. I told her I really do have a Sacred Space when even the wild animals know they are safe in my garden! We both laughed at that.

This morning I was chatting to a Nigel in NZ when two crows started attacking a possum in the tulip tree. I turned the hose on the birds to try to rescue the possum but they were determined, biting at his tail. But thankfully he made it to Timsa’s roof and got away this time. Circle of life chez moi. A bit terrifying but nothing I can do.

Anyway, I carried on with my walk and called out to the lady who has chooks free range and offered her the laying mash that I had just bought when Miss Betty died. She was thrilled to receive the grain. I also gifted her two stainless steel feeding containers. In return she gave me a box of chocolates and eggs.

She offered me another hen but my heart is not able to contain more grief if another one dies. I will try to sell the chicken tractor.

Anyway I feel happy that the food will not be wasted and her birds will enjoy it.

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This morning Nigel and I were bemoaning the fact that in our entire adult lives noone had ever written us a Love letter. Or even a love text or note.

So I suggested we write ourselves a sweet romantic love letter each day. Like as if someone adored us that much that they would lay their hearts bare. And you know…actually mean it.

I have yet to compose my love letter to myself. But I saw this gif and shared it because it’s lovely and I love how the rabbit says “Oh I am twitterpated!”

I love when a man gets all excited just to be in my presence. With no fucked up agendas or superficial trickster bullshit games. Psy sighs.

Note to The Tanya:

You are adorable. You are so worthy of a passionate loyal faithful devoted human partner. I know Love scares you as you have been lied to and about, cheated on, played, used and even severely abused to the point of almost dying, but you are funny, gracious, wild and also a little sexy.

I am so sorry no one has ever valued you enough to keep you safe and precious and make a genuine commitment based on real intimacy, connection, trust and passion. But I hope some day, you will meet the man who completely adores and respects you enough to love you perfectly. Enough to make everything feel okay. Maybe even magical and gorgeous!

I love you Tanya. May life bless you with all that you are and all that you desire. With harm to and from None. 😉. Xxxx

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Happy 4th Birthday Mister Beauregard aka Bobo aka Bodiebo aka Beau aka “Dogtor”. You are a wonderful Dog.

20 October 2018

It’s a beautiful peaceful sunny day. I had only 6 hours sleep so my eyes are aching. But I am off to pick up Crystal from a gig at Alderley so she can then take my car to another gig at Durack this evening. Busy woman, my talented amazing daughter.

Life is good even if I am rather too exhausted.

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I had an interesting night last night. I came home at 5 am. I met a transvestite who informed me she (they?) used to be a successful bank robber and the secret to being a bank robber is controlling their greed.

So I told her about being on the Ellinis when Ronald Biggs, the great train robber was hiding from Interpol. He ruined our chance to have a day trip in Fremantle. Years later on a documentary he admitted he was on board ship and that so many Interpol detectives walked right by him!

Anyway the tranny person enjoyed my company and asked me to dance then told me I was fabulous so I told her, I was just a big Ham. She giggled. Later she invited me home for “some cones and a few jacks!” I demurred.

Having just met her I thought it was a tad inappropriate to go home with her. Even if she was a man in drag. Lol. You never know what could happen if you go home with strangers: drag or no drag.

She seeped with rejection and loneliness so I told her it was a very good offer but I always go home to my little dog and cats who await me and are always happy to see me. She brightened then.

Anyway I am receiving a lot of love from two-soul people and all Love is good love so I appreciate it. (Just not going home with anybody these days!)

20 October 2017

Now watching One Of Us! About ultra-orthodox Jews who leave the fold (go Off the Derech) ie become secular Jews or unaffiliated.

Tonight I lit the Shabbat candles. It happens!

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I just woke up (at 1 pm) after being awake most of the night and only finally getting to sleep at 4.30 am.

The first thought that hit my conscious awareness is how miraculous and awe-inspiring life is right now.

It has been incredibly painful to sift through old traumas and fresher ones, violently triggered by the Royal Commission into Sexual abuse in Institutions in 2015, then set up by liars and perverts who I suppose wanted to test my veracity and see if I am walking my walk and talking my talk.

I was so under constant attack that year (for speaking out on Jewish forums about the long term effects of child sexual abuse and complex ptsd). I was under attack at the Treasury casino by a sick and evil woman who was envious of me also.

I was under attack from my usual goblins and gremlins and daemons of poverty/trauma and simultaneously suffering from a false lover whom could not comprehend why I hung on so tenaciously to my love for him and my vain hope of getting Loved back.

Well that is what The Tanya/the Psychedelic Dreamer/the short fat big-footed big-attitudinal wild free hobbit woman-Viking warrior-Jew-Witch does best. Mama T. Tenacious. Righteous. Furious.

But she holds on... until 22 August 2015. After decades of barely holding, I tried to get off this mortal coil. The final straw after a defamation threat that lasted 2 months, and that fucked up creature at the casino attacking me.

But the gods and hospital staff and my beautiful equally tenacious Julie Goddard and Jarrod and Sally did not let me. They lifted me up and threw me back into the fray.

Well where am I going with this?

Reasons to be so humbled and joyous and amazed to have survived: The Me too campaign that has woken up billions of women to join forces to step into our own lives and say "This happened to Me too..and I am over it!"

I was kept alive to witness/encourage/embolden survivors across the globe to be standing up and be counted as humans, as people who were sexually assaulted/abused/violated to say "Enough! No more Silence" and to be so gratified to see us believed, validated and in some cases vindicated.

I am surrounded by good kind life-affirming, life-sustaining people. Men who now know better. Who may begin to change the very fabric of our human society. To be gods - not pussy raping/grabbing merchants of abusive power over others.

To see our divinity shine from a place deep inside us. To see that feeble, almost diminished light flicker into a blazing wildfire of glory/justice/protection for those still too young or too broken to fight for themselves and others.

This is a war. A war that takes no prisoners but is borne of Love. Love for each other. For the planet. For the inner and outer worlds. A war I personally fought for a long time and thought was lost and pointless and forgotten.

I am living in a miraculous resurrection of the human spirit. To endure. To change. To set ourselves and our communities free from oppression. An ascension!

I am Loved. I am cherished and I now know why. Tenacious T.

Together we survivors are building a better life for all. For our present. For our future. We floundered around in our depressions and grief but we also have many opportunities to Rise and Shine, to express our divinity even deep within our broken minds and torn bodies. We live. We love. We manifest Light. We are Magical. We protect. We purge the Demi-urge of control and debasement.

We Live!!!

I love you all, my beautiful friends. I am so proud of you all. So happy to know you.

May the gods of our understanding bless us always and continue to enlighten us on our path to Wholeness.

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20 October 2016

20 October 2015

I wanna talk to my kid but it's 3.44 am in Corrrk. :-(.

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Haha! My crazy neighbour, John the Romanian has an actual sheep in his yard. I heard the baa-Ing...thought I was imagining it. It still has its tail. Looks fairly young, perhaps a year old.

He used to be a vet so it might be crook as he saved Tabitha hen last summer. The sheep is so cute! I was just saying to Jarrod the other day that I want a miniature goat. Hmmm! The sheep is a noisy little buggar so I guess a little goat would be just as rowdy.

John needs his lawn mowed so I suspect the sheep is on loan to chew down the grass.

I was in the garden, feeding Mr and Mrs? Crow bits of chicken from my pizza I cooked up for late lunch. The chooks and of course Socks were all competing for my food. Brats! All of them.

So now I have topped up their grain and water and we are all sitting here, peacefully with Mr Crow watching over us from the safety of the washing line. So cute!

Terina Edwards: Wonderful

Me: The night is punctuated by Baas and my maniacal laughter!

Rosco Conti: You should tell john about your sexy lawn mower man

Me: I was thinking that today :-)

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10.47 am. Just woke up. Head like a concrete mixer. Need water. I am still suffering with chronic fatigue. Schmeh!

A tradie is coming to fix my front gates and my kitchen drawer. It will be nice to have my house in order again. Slowly releasing irritants.

Another beautiful hot day.

20 October 2014

Why is it when I am broken hearted, some of my friends pick that very moment to randomly visit and fucking Depression Bomb me.

Do I not have a sign at my gate which clearly states "No Psychic Vampyres". Amongst other things?

Perhaps I should electrify my fenceline as well! Or yell out "Get thee hence Daemon" when they arrive!

Funniest of all is when I shared my current debacle, she had to run out the door and made vague offers of giving me $20. As if money were ever going to compensate for her emotional dumping when she was plainly told that I was messed up today.

LMAO!

I need to clean and Smudge my house. Too much negativity is bringing me to the brink of... Whatever!

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Me to Lana: I am not a Man-Hater, I just hate the men I fall in love with.

Then I burst out laughing. As my friend, "Mermaid" from Paltalk says in a perfect Guernsey Accent, "Oy Luvs a good 'anging, oy does!"

Lana's friend followed her Dutch 21 yo lover on the next plane...in Delusion.

Lana and I agree we are still streets ahead of that! Neither of us have chased a man halfway around the world even though he told the poor wretch that he was out clubbing with his friends (so had no time for her!) Omg!

I told Lana I actually fear for the woman dying of misadventure while chasing her Cock Supreme.

Sociopaths usually die of suicide, or misadventure or get murdered when they can't get what they truly want.

Like my mother. She destroyed her entire family then rather conveniently got Alzheimer's so her brain rotted in her head. Karma is a Bitch!

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Floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee, rides like a Mustang Kwe (woman!) and disappears behind my smile like a Cheshire Cat. The days of the sleeping teapot-dwelling Dormouse are over.

The Mad Hatter flipped off the Dreaded Wiglet. Now she runs free through the Hallowed Grounds of the Hedonistic Psychopaths. Three of them tried to destroy me. Epic Failures...All of them. (2 women, one man!)

I have a Phd in Life, Official Schnorrer and in Contemporary Man. (I am also fluent in Vulgarity and Neolithic diatribe. The former cunning linguistic skills by the age of 4 and the latter from my 10 year marriage to a Grunter.)

Which is why I find men who can articulate, communicate and be responsive verbally as well as physically, so damn attractive.

I am in my own power and Fuck the losers that disrespect my honour and my Love.

I was raised by hedonistic narcissist psychopaths. You can't destroy me. Better (more pathetic, evil, bottom-dwellers) have tried!

PS I choose in this moment to be angry.

PPS. This too, shall Pass!

PPPS. Cup of tea?!

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Nursing my heartache by hanging in my hammock under the tree with a good book.

Not quite oblivion but next best thing!

Oh and new glasses on order. So in 6 weeks I will have Clear seeing again. Hopefully things will be brighter for this Freedom Fighter!

No love but no more blindness either!

20 October 2013

I came home from Gail's just now to find this beautiful stoic Tawny Frogmouth on my front gate. The lights from my car or the running engine did not frighten him. I took pics from inside the car.

He stayed there even when I got out and tried to video him and had a brief but one-sided convo with him. He was not at all perturbed by my proximity. A very strange experience. I feel honoured that he was unafraid of me.

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4 am. Fantastic night out dancing with Sarah at Elephant Arms. Now in crippling pain but very happy. I was at Irish Murphies earlier and enjoyed the Rocktober Fest. Transvaal band who played a mix of blues, heavy metal and ska were excellent.

After Irish, Sarah and I went to the Manhatten Club to support Woody and Dale from Berst. Love Woody heaps. A genuine sweet soul and a great Rocker Musician. I would love to see my beautiful Sarah and Woody get together as they are simpatico. One day maybe.

After the Manhattan Club we rocked the rest of the night at The Elephant. I even had an Admirer flirting with me which was most unusual but was lapping up the affection. Then he disappeared into the night LMAO. So I am home safe and will be resting my tootsies all Sunday.

My glasses snapped in half, my spare pair so typing this out of one lens like a monocle. Will have to send newest ones away for a replacement lens. Not being able to read will drive me crazy.

Update 20 October 2019: Omg 6 years ago when I met Dave aka “Wiglet” aka Machiavellian Dreaded Deadshit. Memories....I shall look forward to Alzheimer’s and forgetting the malevolent bastards.

Update 20 October 2021: Lol. Sarah and “the admirer”, both treacherous dogs who turned to shit. C’est la vie Bitches. Live and learn.

Interestingly tonight (10:53 pm on 20 October!) I finally deleted “the admirer” and all my texts, notes and his phone number. Also deleted all numbers of people I never hear from.

No time to waste on evil dickheads or false people. Time to set myself free before the Zombie Apocalypse gets worse. I will need to know who is truly on my side. Not many… but that is fine by me. Parting of the Tanya and her ways are of necessity. I will have to harden the fuck up and be prepared for anything.

Update 2022: 9 years now. The love remains but the unrequited grief still sinks into my heart like a stone. But I am healing. Manifesting my most beautiful, most embodied, most beloved life. One breath at a time.

20 October 2013

‘It’s the wind . It’s calling you, if you can’t be loved, you have to be admired, then feared, then hated. My soul mate said that . Ha ! Ha!’ (Text from Gail quoting Rolo from Vikings).

So very true, the wind calls my Name and I answer to his Bidding. Also I would rather be loved, but often all I got in return was fear or loathing and at times, a kind of graveyard admiration based on my charmed life and ability to garner respect even from my most evil lovers and would be Nemeses.

What can I say? G-d gave me this life and it's how I Roll :-)

20 October 2011

Still incredibly happy, (had to medicate myself a bit more to maintain a more stable façade!) Crystal was furious to hear this as she quite rightly pointed out that I finally and for once and hopefully for many more times in the future DESERVE to be happy, but as I am not accustomed to genuine happiness I find it a tad disconcerting so needed to mute down a bit LOL. How Nice to have the ability to fiddle about with and control ones more extreme moods!

At any rate, I had a lovely day visiting my cousins in the Myer Centre, and came home to quite positive and encouraging news from my lawyer. Onwards and upwards, to Infinity and Beyond, and all that JAZZ, Squish Pop Cicero.....LOL.

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Noone has ever loved me as much as my dog and cats, even though my cats pretend to hate me sometimes, I know they are 100 per cent in love with me! the Dog, doesn't even need any qualifying statements, although she will nip me if I pick at her fur too much lol.

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