Month: May 2017

You're driving. You are so used to the road ahead of you. You've driven it hundreds of times. Your eyes lose focus. Your hands automatically know which way to steer the wheel. Feet know exactly when to brake. Your favourite song comes on; mindlessly mumbling along to it. You're lost. You're lost in thought. Moments … Continue reading home

I have written and re-written the words I want to accompany this quote. It was the kind that hit me right in the heart, that resonated so much that I read it over and over again. The kind where you exclaim 'fuck' out loud because it rings so true. I've lost count of the amount … Continue reading until it’s gone

1. Queanbeyan red rooster does not, in fact, have two serving windows in the drive thru like your trusty Micky D's or KFC. Just for future reference, you know, so you don't drive off without your food and look like a complete dumb fuck. 2. When your mum used to say you shouldn't have food … Continue reading rackers’ life tips: part 14

This sucks to say, hear and feel. But sometimes, to some people, you are just the flavour of the month. You may be pushed aside when they find a new flavour. In particular, I am a strawberry sunshine fairy floss rainbow sprinkles flavoured marshmallow; a very much acquired taste. Some prefer just plain old vanilla … Continue reading your people

You know, I think the crucial thing is that, while they're still around, you think "I could not survive without you."  But you can, and you will. And for a long time I kept thinking, "I'm still doing this because of you," and, "I'm only coping because I need to, for you." Then one day … Continue reading seed of strength

Better an 'oops' than a 'what if?' Every single human on the face of the earth have made mistakes. Some, a simpel spelling mistake (hehe). Some, probably accidentally killed someone. They are part of human nature. (Mistakes, not murder). Why do we beat ourselves up (literally and figuratively) (I've been known to kick things, thus … Continue reading better an oops

Ah, 13. For so many people, considered unlucky. Hotels have floors 12 jump to 14, Friday the 13th hosts a horror/thriller fan's dream of marathons (I much prefer the Disney versions), and many a street skip the number '13'. But, naturally, true rackers style, I fucking love the number 13. It's one of ma favs. … Continue reading rackers’ life tips: part 13

Along with the first hate mail I received a few weeks back (!!!) (you know you're going places when people care enough to tell you how much they don't like you), I also got my first advice-mail! I'm like a regular old Dear Dolly. We'll have to think up a name for an 'advice column', … Continue reading heartbreak