Memories: 24 August 2025

24 August 2025

7:54 am back in the wheel of life. I have been in the crucible. Melting down old traumas and reconfiguring. I will be okay. Coming out all shiny and new, like a shiny penny or a refined golden nugget.

A penny for my thoughts, or million trillion carbonised Diamonds as I catalyse the dreck right out of my soul.

Let’s see what comes of all this. Perhaps nothing but pain and sorrow. Or perhaps a new beginning. With love, all things are possible.

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Pulling apart “Pinkie”. I made this tapestry when I was 10 years old. The frame is missing a huge chunk and the pink velvet has faded. I will wash “Pinkie” and If she holds together all right, I will turn her into a bag. Give her a second life. Fifty years old. Transmute the old into something new. Or let it go when it’s no longer feasible. #titaniasrealm #tapestry #pinkie #outwiththeoldinwiththenew #upcycling

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Thank you to the person who gifted me a huge collection of Halloween decorations like…oh my goddess. A lot of stuff. That is very generous of you. Amazing!

Update: it was Avril on Turquoise Street. I stopped to chat on my walk. Now ambling home with epic sciatica. But I had my first walk since I got that flue thingy a month ago.

24 August 2024

7:14 am just woke up at 7. Opened my bleary eyeballs on the world. I saw a message from my friend Lyn. A video on genius. Then I saw my message requests. Idly out of inane curiousity I checked them. Two males hoping to begin some kind of dialogue with a random female on the net.

However, from one of those “male” or AI bots I learned a new word. Can you imagine that! The Tanya with her excellent vocabulary learned a new word from a random stranger on Facebook.

Pulchritudinous. Such high praise from a new account with a profile of a rather handsome young black man whose name is familiar in recent days as he has “liked” my public posts ie my writings.

Now I am a sapiosexual and can get very excited by a man with high intellect or the ability to flirt with vocabulary I have not even heard utilised before. Lol

But something feels off. Pulchritudinous also means “well rounded” or voluptuous. Which are also accurate descriptions of my short fat Hobbit body.

So Mama T won’t be falling prey to solicitations from the Void from far too young flatterers. It’s stimulating I admit, but I don’t add total strangers on Facebook either. As a general protective measure.

Awwwww. Never mind I enjoyed the intellectual cattleprod first thing this morning. Bzzzt pulchritudinously awake now. Breeeeeeeeeeow!

Pulchritudinous meanings: Even though it looks (and sounds) like it would describe a disease or a bad attitude, pulchritudinous actually describes a person of breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty.

or Pulchritudinous is a grandiose way of saying someone or something is good-looking. It's quite rare and, for that reason, usually used for humorous effect.

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24 August 2023

It’s another hot but beautiful morning. Ratih is cleaning. I am sitting outside, kissing Charley. She is snuggling into my hand, soaking up the attention.

I’ve been thinking deeply about yesterday’s poetry reading and how I have lost a lot if my social skills, how weird and inappropriate I can be, but also how vulnerable and funny.

I remind myself I must stop diminishing my personhood, my talents, my abilities. I must stop fearing other people’s judgements. They will judge anyway and it’s empowering to grab life by the balls and go out into the world exploring different things.

It was soul nourishing to be amongst intellectuals and artists and writers. I had not realised how I had missed that kind of interaction even though I fear looking silly or less intelligent or just plain annoying.

I had so many lovers and others close to me over the decades erode my confidence, my dignity, my very personhood that it was a mammoth effort to put myself into a strange setting last night.

But I did it..and with time I will gain more confidence and feel more comfortable. Or so I hope!

I am going dancing on Friday night! So that will be another space I will have to acclimate to, in a different club but I have been to that club before and Alter Egos are playing so I will be amongst friends.

24 August 2022

Gahh after re-posting my family of origin photos I now feel nauseous and depressed. Time to ARISE and Shine and greet the day. Breathe light and love and await any surprises that come my way.🙂

I had a nice time with Peter and Ailsa yesterday. Although his energy (and mine!) was very frenetic and sparkling. I had to lie down when I got home lol.

We sat at Forest Lake and ate chips and Peter bought me an iced chocolate. Which was delightful! We were sitting under three tall eucalyptus trees and I looked up to observe two rainbow lorikeets peering down into a hollowed out bough.

I saw a grey and pink body climb up higher towards the lorikeets and aggressively defend her nest. A galah! It was gorgeous. The lorikeets (known to be very aggressive birds!) backed off slightly and just sat calmly twittering away.

They were not going to steal her nest today! I wonder what will happen when she needs to fly off to get food? Life is so precarious for bird mothers (and fathers!) everywhere. But I revelled in the lovely sight with childlike glee.

I have observed in recent months…since that last death defying illness in June/July, that I am more fragile, childlike than ever. I hope I am not developing Alzheimers!

But it’s lovely to see the world with fresh wonder-filled eyes again.

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24 August 2021

@ Margaret Jakovac

Exciting news. Today I received my first payment for my weird trauma processing writings (mostly status updates and memories from my Facebook page.) US$25

I am delighted as I have never been paid for my writing before! It feels amazing.

I thought this would give you a little giggle. Your childhood friend is finally Becoming an Adult Writer lmao!!!

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Watching “Fantastic Fungi” on Netflix as it was highly recommended by my daughter Crystal. Awesome!

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24 August 2020

1:11 am I have been knitting a faery and watching Hannibal and before that another show about a murderer (a true story about a woman whose high profile lawyer husband pushed her over the edge.)

I felt triggered thinking about my own divorce and the evil callow systemic abuses that went with it! Including the three strangulations and yet the police mysteriously failed to protect me (the actual survivor!) and slapped DVO’s on me instead.

So yes...for those bogus DVO’s I have a few regrets. That certain monstrous people who damaged me and my kids are still alive.

Some have died of natural attrition... because in spite of everything, I am a good decent woman but I would not recommend anyone push me too far next time. I am on my very last “nerve”. Lmao!

Anyway the show about Hannibal is interesting also. Psychopaths. I could have made a career out of that had it not been for the vicious stymying attacks from every vector.

Too little too late. (What did my sister once say? A mind is a terrible thing to waste?) My mind might have been more plastic had she protected me as a child.

But then, who knows? Some things come down to Fate.

I am Alive today against all odds. No career, no partner. No money. Only a tiny support system.

Watching it all crumble to dust like vapourised shit. But out of shit beautiful things grow. I guess it will take my own transformation, metamorphosis...very likely after my own death as I cannot “make” it in this life.

Time will tell...I am only alive now to tie up loose ends and that fantasy and frippery called Curiousity and Hope.

I realised recently that there is no hope of a romantic partnership for me ever. I am not even sure why this grieves me so much. It’s not like I ever found safety or family or true love connections with any romantic/sexual partners before.

I have never needed to lean on anyone as I learned early on that that was always going to be dangerous for my heart and mind.

I guess it’s daunting to know I am so utterly utterly alone and have had so many cruel sadistic and superficial friendships and lovers in my lifetime.

But what do they say? We come into this life naked, screaming and alone and we go out that way. Well I hope I leave with a bit of dignity intact (no more screaming) and alone in the sense of peaceful acquiescence to my passage into the Void.

I can only pray for that much after the life experiences I have had.

24 August 2019

Trigger warning: human sexuality.

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Last night was interesting. Richie invited me for a vodka. So we sat and chatted. He admired my mexican embroidered skirt. I told him it was from a mexican dress I wore when I was 16, that my daughter made into a skirt for me. He was amazed that I had kept it that long. I said “I never throw away anything of intrinsic beautiful value to me” He replied “Wowww!”

I told him how my ex lover sat next to me in a drumming circle last Sunday, with his gf. I said, to be fair... he might think I went there to stalk him as he might be a regular there and it was only my second time in that space. But it was weird and inappropriate for him and his gf to sit next to me.

I said I am still mysteriously in love with him after almost 6 years of epic cruel bullshit. Richie said “I know you women have such pain. You are not like men who don’t give a fuck. Like people don’t want us, we just fuck someone else, we can handle rejection. Like when some women reject me because they prefer tall people! I just say, ok move along then.”

I grinned, not at first realising he meant me. Then he said “Let’s dance. I really like you, Tanya. I like your Strength. You just don’t give a fuck! Just carry on, no matter what”.

I said “I know. I nearly died in that last surgery, you pointed the bone at me with. I know I could go at any time so yeah... I just keep dancing and loving and living no matter what. Even if it hurts”.

Richie said “We are all gonna die some time!” I looked deeply into his eyes. “Yes We are...so let’s dance...zero fucks given for I have been fucked over quite enough in life!”

So we sit back down in my spot. I turn to Richie and say “You Know Richie, you are very psychic. Tell me what you think the ex’es next trick will be? I am intrigued if nothing else!”

He laughed. “Oh the tall skinny one?!..dunno!” I said “Whatttt??? How do you know he is tall and skinny?” He said “I saw him one time when you said your ex lover was here.” I said “But I didn’t point him out so you are very smart to guess who it is” then I burst out laughing.

Zero fucks. We danced wildly, rejoicing in our healing and our freedom. The albatross of Dave slowly leaving my heart.

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11:11 am. Sitting in the garden with my dog and bird. Breathing sunshine. Contentment. Although bit bloody sore. Lol. Too much dancing!

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Before I went for a walk this afternoon, I had been napping for 3 hours. I had a dream that a young beautiful heavily pregnant Aboriginal woman was lying in my backyard. Naked. I went to her and saw she was in labour. But she told me the baby was premature. I palpated her stomach like a midwife (which is odd as IRL I would not know how to do that lol).

I started to panic. I said “The baby is indeed coming!!!” Her eyes rolled back in her head and blood started to stream from her nose and mouth. I screamed and ran into the house to grab my iPhone but was so traumatised I struggled to call OOO.

I kept putting in wrong numbers. I was panicking. But the dream ended without me knowing if the young mother survived or died.

I hate when that happens. I woke up feeling I had let her down in not being able to call an ambulance. Fuck!!!

It means I will have to lucid dream next time to change the outcome.

Maybe it was a spirit of a woman who died in childbirth. Or maybe it is some other message for me. But yes. Intense.

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I just came back from a walk around the block with Charlie and Beauregard. Up on Sapphire Street I met a young woman who told me she is a single mother and is terminal and no one in her family cares about her. I said “it is a cruel society”. Told her about the PA hospital ordeal.

She replied she was raped by a doctor in that hospital after having surgery for an ovarian cyst. He followed her into the toilet. I said she should have reported him. I was horrified.

She said “Well I am dying now...maybe I should just kill him?!“ We smiled ghoulishly into each other’s eyes. A shared moment of women/warrior goddesses with nothing left to lose! Except she has young children. So her abusers will thrive while she strives to stay alive as long as possible for the sake of her kids!

Her neighbour, a man of my vintage sauntered out on his front path. He smiled at us and the young woman yelled out “Hi Princess” we both giggled and she raced inside her house. He said “Heyyyy??...Princess?” I laughed. It was hilarious.. “I should call you Twinkle toes”. He took the ribbing remarkably well.

He had a sign in his garden that said “Beware Zombies”’ I said “Oh nooo Zombie Free Zone...I am backing away real quick. Although technically I am not a zombie anymore”. Then looked at him. “Ahh well, once a zombie always a zombie..I am merely a rather revivified one!” Then laughed.

I told them, had I not been cast into Zombie-ism for so many years I might have achieved and been able to afford my own house but instead I ended up in housing commission and shrugged. “It is what it is... whatever!”

He told me he was from the Tribe of Judah. I said “Oh?! They were very kind to me back in the day. Very kind indeed.” I told him I had been a very observant Jew in my day but now I am still walking with my G-d but I have let all that religiosity go! He said “It is all Christ Consciousness”. I winced. I replied “There is only one G-d and yes, my path has been marked by Him all my life”.

He wore a t-shirt that said “Deus”. I said “do you know what that means?” He replied “Lord”. I replied “Yes, G-d!” And smiled “We are in good company”.

Of course I did not tell him that God in His infinite wisdom sends me many gods and spirits and Fae in a fractalised universe for recognition/cognition, healing, play and at times whimsical mischief and mayhem. All is One. One for all. Maiden.Matron.Crone. Dignity, Sublimity. Grace. Rising and Shining out of Time and Space.

His sister came out to see Charlie bird. (I had thought she was his wife). I told her that I felt I was being squeezed out of my house as my neighbours are all so condescending and are flourishing, demolishing their old homes and building new ones, and the land I live in is highly sought after and valuable.

She said “No love, housing commission will leave you alone to live there until you die.” I said “Actually you are right, I suppose as my old neighbour’s house was sold and developed after his death. I have been a bit paranoid but the bone was pointed at me recently and of course my gossipy neighbour across the road, told me she thought my neighbour’s house should be demolished so I took it as a personal gibe at me as well.” She nodded.

I felt a great peace unfurl in my chest. Yes. I can stop worrying about my home and my future. Zombie women who just won’t fucking die will be protected after all. Silly Tanya. G-d has walked with me all my life and has always provided for and protected me...even with all the collateral damage of the cuntish ghouls I picked up like vermin along the way. Lmao.

I must enjoy my older age. It is a great and powerful gift and only G-d can Know what blessings are coming my way.

Funny old world, innit?!

I have to chuckle to myself a bit... the man from the Tribe of Judah and his sister looked a tad terrified when I told them that I was a zombie for 20 years. They took that to mean that I was a drug addict.

I know bikies who join the Tribe of Judah have to quit all alcohol and drugs and attend church every Sunday. Also volunteer their time to provide food to the homeless and poor (in the style of Jesus!)

I know this because a former member of their church was the only man who offered to protect me back in 1998- 1999 when myself and my children were being threatened every day for 18 months and Qld Police refused to help me.

He was brave and said he admired my strength and did not know how I was surviving that hellish existence. He offered to murder Terry for me. I demurred. If it went wrong and he got caught we would both be sitting in jail and my freedom was more important. Also some things are better left to Karma.

But he was a good kind man who eventually got kicked out of that Church because he relapsed into alcoholism from the stress and trauma he had witnessed me endure. Ie it triggered him severely.

Now that is twice in recent days I have had cause to be reminded of my bikie “earthangel” friend, Glen. Perhaps he has died? But I honour the memory of one of the truly decent men that crossed my path in my life. Most church members have been former convicted prisoners. But are often very good men when it comes to protecting women and children.

I am thinking that a dark energy has been dogging me this year. Trying to pull me into the void. It was touch and go the night after the last surgery. I was made to fight hard for my life. Literally! Even Richie had quipped a few weeks prior that he was getting libations ready for my funeral! I had not even been booked in for surgery when he said that.

But yes, I am back and still reintegrating my Spirit... must remain strong and positive. I can not afford any more psychic fleas!

I joked with Richie last night “How is the stockpiling of booze for my funeral going, my little Bone-Pointer?” And giggled. He scratched his head “I think I have enough...for now”. I replied “Good. That’ll do. Enough”.

Whatever!

24 August 2018

I require urgent prayers for a dear friend of mine on FB. She is facing homelessness with her two sons. She has serious health issues and has escaped a domestic violence situation. She lives in WA. I am worried for her.

24 August 2017

I woke up to a wonderful thunderstorm and rain at last! Good Morning! :-)

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Rain stopped already. The skies are stingy these days :-(.

24 August 2016

It has been 12 months and 2 days since I tried to kill myself. What can I say? Still here (rather inconveniently!) Still struggling with health issues. Still holding on for "better times".

Sitting on the couch with my Beauregard. I have been unwell this afternoon. So we are resting and watching tv.

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Rang my shrink's office. Had to fight with new Rottweiler receptionist about whether I see my Dr 3 weekly or 2 weekly and why I don't have an appointment. She tried to book me today at 10 am. (It was 9.48 am when I rang so physically impossible to make the appt even if I lived next door). Dealing with that level of stupidity or arrogance or sheer twilight zone insanity infuriated me.

I told her "You better speak to Dr (name redacted) right now as I think I would know how often I see him and when my appointments are due."

"Oh"she says "you have come to the end of your cycle. They have all ended". "No" I tell her. "The other staff member is on holiday. I am booked ahead for the year (or should be). Sort it out with my dr".

She speaks to him. Gets back on fone. "Oh yes. Every 2 weeks, yes of course. From next Wednesday. Yes he wants to see you!"

Fuck! These people have jobs and try to do me out of my therapy! Fuckwit! I am furious.

24 August 2015

1.31am I just got woken by a call on my Home Phone. 3 rings. I missed the call. So I got up to pee and make a cup of tea and decided to let everyone know I am ok. But couldn't find my blessed irritating bloody glasses. So I opened the front door to go to the car to locate my spare ones. Some lovely person had slipped 2 blocks of Chocolate under the door.

So a Big Thank You to those of you who care for and Love me. Julie came to tell me a bit more about what a state I was in when she came over. It sounded rather funny.

Apparently I was raving on about my mother, and fell down several times trying to get to the back door to open it and let her and the Police in. I have absolutely no memory of any of this.

She said I was abusing the Holland Park police and she had to tell me, "Be Nice, these are not the Brisbane City arseholes, these are the good guys" which is even more amusing given how Holland Park treated me like an animal when I had been sexually assaulted and tried to lay a complaint. Oh the irony.

Anyway, I don't hate all Police, just the ones the lie to my face, treat me like a criminal and fine me for demanding they come to my assistance and allow the Casino security to assault me (they tried to break my wrist), then call me a Liar. They even lied about the CCTV tapes.

Anyway, I am over it now. Women are hated and detested in the city and country. Domestic Violence is out of control. Violence in public venues is out of control and I am well aware that even though I dance in a primal manic kind of way which men find either tantalising or threatening, that I have been a source for good most of my time on my nights out, making sure the women around me are safe.

When it comes to my own safety, I am Demonised. Hell, a few hundred years ago the pricks would have burned me as a Witch for being strong, independent and a fighter. Fuck them!

A big thank you to Julie, and Karen who brought her little Ava all the way from Bracken Ridge to visit me today, and to the lovely person that left chocolate. Jarrod and Sally came to the hospital yesterday. Rachael was rounding up my chickens to get them to bed in their coops which was not easy lol.

I am lucky to have so many people love me even though I am an end-state crazy chicky after decades of trauma and stress they still 'get' me and love me. That is truly beautiful.

I have given Julie a spare key so if I lose my keys or anything like that happens again, I can get back into my house. My iPhone is still dead so I was unable to call anyone to help me get inside.

Miss my phone. Hopefully in a few days it will work again. If not, hopefully Optus will replace it even though it is already a replacement for the last one that the screen got smashed.

So I am not communicating as much as my phone is like my muse so you can have a rest from me driving you all bonkers every day :).

I Love you all. xxxx

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Jarrod and little Harvey just went home. We had a nice afternoon and evening, talking, drinking tea, and letting Harvey play with the chooks. (He actually likes the chickens and doesn't try to eat them). Then we went to Miss India for dinner which was yummy. I felt a bit weak and woozy all day which is to be expected but I was glad and happy to have Jarrod and my little furry mate's company.

Julie came this arvo and brought me a spare mobile phone so I will go to Optus tomorrow and see if they will replace my phone and if not I will buy a sim for her spare, until I figure out what to do about my iPhone which is only 2 weeks old. I am afraid they might not replace it a second time.

I have no idea how it got wet as it was next to my laptop. So it's really a piss off but I am hopeful that my iPhone insurance will cover another replacement.

I also have to call a glazier to fix the small window in my front door which I had to smash at 4 am so I could get inside my house. What a disaster! But it was cold and I had no keys. Julie now has spare keys to my house in case of another emergency.

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I apologise for scaring everyone last night. That was not my intention. The constant harassment from Lana and the police letting me down again was just too much for me. I am sick of being under attack, constantly.

I do know that there are some exquisitely beautiful people in my life who love me no matter what and have always supported me, one way or another. You are my jewels, my treasures and a warm balm for an embattled soul. God bless you and may you always know how much I love you and am grateful to you, even at my worst.

24 August 2014

I am done with Irish Murphy's!!!! The level of aggression on the dance floor is exhausting. Security accused me of 'escalating the problem'. It is their job to watch the dance floor and keep everyone safe, including myself!!

I pay almost $10 per drink to be abused, attacked and insulted. Fuck that Shit! I will find a more pleasant venue to spend my money!

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I am looking forward to new horizons, hopefully in a space where I am valued, respected and even loved by genuine people. I need to feel safe and protected and validated. I am sick to death of being used and abused and paying for the privilege.

Things are going to have to change dramatically.I deserve better treatment and I insist upon it!

I will not lie down and take it 'up the arse' figuratively speaking anymore. I have had to fight too long and hard to let anyone Friend or foe do that to me. Frankly if I have to live like that, I would rather Die on my feet.

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I will be exploring new safer venues. I am upset to be leaving my favourite pub in the cbd but the clientele are bestial at best and it is distressing to know that the security don't support me in my efforts to protect both myself and my beautiful friends there.

Naturally I will miss my favorite bands and some of the awesome bar staff but I don't need this amount of stress.

I am not keen on moving my social centre to the valley but I have never had issues of violent aggression, threats or acts of abuse, sexual, physical or otherwise there.

So I will probably take my business to Alfred and Constance which is quirky and chillaxed and suits my personality and see my favourite live bands when they play at The Elephant. I may try out different venues also.

I feel I need to spend my time in an arena where I am well-regarded and respected.

I have heard that some great bands play out at Acacia Ridge Hotel also. I missed seeing The Radiators recently.

To be honest I had more respect and fun hanging out with an outlaw motorcycle organisation for 8 months than I have been treated anywhere else. Yes, it went bad at the end, but not due to the old guard or the President who admired and treated me with lovingkindness but due to the young guard who were in effect taking over the organisation which as the young often do, led to the Fuck Ups that brought all Bikies into disrepute and led to a fascist govt policy that is grossly unjust in my opinion.

Wild Men and Women "get" me and appreciate my trauma issues, probably due to the fact they also had difficult lives.

Mainstreaming with geeky, creepy, and moronic men is not my style. I simply won't be bullied. I am considering joining an Australian Chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse (BACA) if there is one in Brisbane. Then I could be involved with a group of like-minded people interested in protecting children and their families from their abusers.

I want to be around loving, kind, non-judgemental people who are actively supportive.

Men in suits in pubs, threaten to rape and bash me or fight me when I give them a definitive No, verbal or non-verbal. Wild Men never do!

The Age of Barbarism is upon us and I will play and fight my way as always. Respect me, my friends, my personal space and keep the fuck out of my way if your intentions are less than Honourable.

That is my Code.

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Can anyone in Byron Shire assist me with any possible accommodation options?

26 years of Hell in Brisbane is too much!

I would need 1-2 bedrooms and enough land to keep my cats, chooks and 3 goldfish ponds.

I want to be near the sea. I pay very low rent here in Housing Commission so I realise rents would be much higher. Perhaps a fully-lined shed somewhere or a granny flat?

I would apply for Housing in NSW but the waiting list will be long. I have lived in Housing Commission house here for 11 years and it just kills me to leave my precious Sacred Space I co-created with God here but all signs and portents point to the fact it is coming time to move on.

The Universe did not Bless me with enough money to buy this house and I lost everything to con-people and thieves in the Will Dispute 2 years ago so my options for secure housing (owning my own home are now impossible!)

24 August 2011

My beautiful Crystal has auditioned for and been accepted in The Producers. So exciting! I'm so looking forward to her performing Shirley Moskowitz and singing "Keep it Gay!" I delight in my talented, amazing daughter. (Jasmine is pretty good too!)

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My new songbook with chords arrived today, so I have plenty of homework to do, teaching myself chords and learning songs. I hope I keep it up and it doesn't gather dust like my Paul Simon collection did that I bought as a teenager.

Good reason to never throw anything good out though as I've been practising from the Paul Simon book at long last, (like about 30 years later lol).

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Watching Sons of Anarchy has gotten my anarchistic revolutionary juices flowing. Methinks I'm sick of 'faded rose tattoo junkies from days gone by, buckleriding tryhard wannabees'. I might check out a few clubhouses around Brisbane.

Please G-d there are still some straight wild men out there, in my age bracket! They can't all be burnt-out pansies living out their staid dream of middleage spread, waiting to die from Cirrhosis of the Liver and boredom. Or can they?

PS: My source has told me to stay clear of the Rebels...I said, why, I always was a rebel myself. Apparently they are racists, so I don't like that, so I'll have to find another club that is all embracing and inclusive of my special brand of Anarchy (white, low-class, Jewish Witchery living as property of the Australian Govt, and Loving It!) LOL. Wish me luck!

As a wise friend once told me, Boredom Leads to Mischief! I think since I'm so disappointed in Buckleriders, I better get myself a real Harley!

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"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron."

- Dwight D. Eisenhower

(Via Toni Childs)

Copyright Tanya Désirée Arons