Got to admit, right now I’m thanking Louisa J Christ I wrote my angsty poetry (Though I was a teen in 2009) in a book rather than putting it online
Got to admit, right now I’m thanking Louisa J Christ I wrote my angsty poetry (Though I was a teen in 2009) in a book rather than putting it onlineIt never ends!
I know we all did random shit when we were 20 but this is a lot!
They're quite intense, a lot of dead from the waist down, Parker ink grey, and planting 26 sunflowers for every year of a lover's life.It never ends!
I know we all did random shit when we were 20 but this is a lot!
There's also Jackatapinch, which was archived. I think that was the Allegra years and theAhhh, yeah it's still up on bootstrap https://cookingonabootstrap.com/201...months-ago-in-my-beatrix-potter-cosy-poverty/
ETA; didn't realise there was two different blogs (and probably countless more!)
But she was in a rented property. She can't even grow one hydrangea in a pot until she gets her forever home. How would she ever grow 26 sunflowers? They grow really big.
She had room for 100 daffodils didn't she?!But she was in a rented property. She can't even grow one hydrangea in a pot until she gets her forever home. How would she ever grow 26 sunflowers? They grow really big.
https://giphy.com/9xciXC6jG9lH7wM4KHThat bit I quoted is City Slicker!!! The rest;
There's commuters knocking into me
In their flashes of mediocre greys as I'm
Waiting for that call from you that's never going to come
And who's to say
It'll ever change
And who's to blame
For all the same old grey
When the weatherman told you it was going to be rain
But you went out in mini dresses all the same
Yeah you went out in miniskirts and unbuttoned shirts and nothing on your feet
And now you're dirty and you're colder from the unforgiving streets
And as the sun sets you're much older than the numbers on the seats
That you sit down once again
Pull a frown once again
Because that’s what everyone else seems to do
And God forbid you're the one that doesn't follow suit
Because who's to say
That it's ever going to change?
When you're to blame, because the weatherman told you it was going to rain
And you gave him two fingers and went out in minidresses all the same
And now I walk with my head down
I'm dead from the waist down
I guess that that’s frustrating for anyone who's waiting for the anger to subside so they could get a little close
And I say in my clichés that I am tired of this city
Where everything's trying too hard to be too pretty
Gets torn down and built up in Lego bricks and convention
And intervention, for the sake of it
And depression's just the succession of this recession
That we're embarrassed to mention
Because we went out and spent it all and spunked it up the wall
And now we're down the local decrying all the local PMs and getting pissed
As another job gets dismissed
Another t uncrossed and an apostrophe that's missed
Another guy called Paul or Dave that just won't see his kids today
Because she's got a hair appointment and the child support cleared yesterday
And who's to say
It'll ever change
And who's to blame
For all the same old grey
When the weatherman told you it was going to be rain
But you went out in mini dresses all the same
Yeah you went out in miniskirts and unbuttoned shirts and nothing on your feet
And now you're dirty and you're colder from the unforgiving streets
And as the sun sets you're much older than the numbers on the seats
That you sit down once again
Pull a frown once again
Because that’s what everyone else seems to do
And God forbid you're the one that doesn't follow suit
Because who's to say
That it's ever going to change?
When you're to blame, because the weatherman told you it was going to rain
And you gave him two fingers and went out in mini dresses all the same
And I’ve got holes in the soul
I’ve a sickness in your dole cheque
And there’s nothing you can give me
To make it go away
As I slowly fill my days
With community projects to colour in the grey
With sick kids and burnt out buildings
To make it all okay
And who's to say
It'll ever change
And who's to blame
For all the same old grey
When the weatherman told you it was going to be rain
But you went out in mini dresses all the same
Yeah you went out in miniskirts and unbuttoned shirts and nothing on your feet
And now you're dirty and you're colder from the unforgiving streets
And as the sun sets you're much older than the numbers on the seats
That you sit down once again
Pull a frown once again
Because that’s what everyone else seems to do
And God forbid you're the one that doesn't follow suit
Because who's to say
That it's ever going to change?
When you're to blame, because the weatherman told you it was going to rain
And you gave him two fingers and went out in mini dresses all the same
Yeah we jumped in puddles in next to nothing
And got in muddles and looked for something
That wasn't grey, with our SLRs
And too much gel in stuck-up hair
Can you remember November and barely-there
Placards and bollards from when we cared
About road extensions
And interventions
And crime prevention for the sake of it
And now I walk with my head down
I'm dead from the waist down
I guess that that’s frustrating for anyone who's waiting
For the anger to subside so they could get a little close
When the weatherman told me it was going to be rain
But I went out in mini dresses all the same
Yeah I went out in miniskirts and unbuttoned shirts and nothing on my feet
But now the grey from your ties match the grey on the streets
Because that's what everyone else seems to do
And God forbid that you're the one that doesn't follow suit..
SHE WAS 20 WHEN SHE WROTE THIS??? Dear god, I assumed it was her teenage selfIt never ends!
I know we all did random shit when we were 20 but this is a lot!
It was as well!@Orphan_Black I thought it was 1,000 daffodils?
Who even says that?! “I’m not somebody’s sexual fetish, I’m a person”, I’m all for a bit of confidence but come on love, you’re not all thatFound this while refreshing my memory on the awful jack monroe david cameron slating.
What she said was awful enough but she is fake left wing as well as fake everything else and everyone seemed to be pasting 'left wing Jack monroe' on every story about what she said.
everything she pretends to represent is given a bad rep thanks to her very public behaviour.
A Boob Too Far - The Steeple Times
Blogger turned media mouthpiece Jack Monroe sinks to a new lowwww.thesteepletimes.com
Eta, wrong link
To be honest, I can't even read the poetry because I think I wrote much worse shit. There are probably some old blogs in forgotten areas of the internet with my terrible poems from my early-20s.SHE WAS 20 WHEN SHE WROTE THIS??? Dear god, I assumed it was her teenage selfwe don't claim her omg
EDIT: When I was a teenager I wrote some utter drivel, the likes of which I'd burn if it wasn't in a diary full of interesting memories. Nowdays I am ... very glad that my 'creative potential' has dried up!
On this forum, we've seen people fancying Ian Hislop (hehe, His-slop) and Steptoe, but I've never seen anyone fancy Jack. Technically she's my type but ick.Who even says that?! “I’m not somebody’s sexual fetish, I’m a person”, I’m all for a bit of confidence but come on love, you’re not all that
Sunflowers grow to 6 ft or more. 26 of them grown from seed would be a sight. And wasn't she in an exclusive apartment at the time, they would fill the bloody place.It was as well!
She certainly has enough room to grow 26 daffodils (do another 12 need going in too tho?)
I'm sure there were a few posts on Twitter or Tumblr about this. Some sort of 'reply in the comments with how many porn categories you fit into', as a slightly cringeworthy social experiment to show how deeply sexualised all types of women are. Either she was referring to that, or, well, she thinks being a food bank mum is a fetish?Who even says that?! “I’m not somebody’s sexual fetish, I’m a person”, I’m all for a bit of confidence but come on love, you’re not all that
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