WyzWmn's World©

Yesterday the aunt and partner
of an acquaintance
was killed in a motorcycle crash

in typical form
the driver
had stolen the car
and abandoned the scene

only to be found the following day
by police…

the thing that gets me…
the question I keep asking myself
is what happened to that young man?
that 20 something man
that allowed him
to grow up
with such a complete lack
of respect for life?

what happened to him
to make him a murderer
in his 20’s

one simple action
“steal a car”
lead to another
“get on the ferry”
lead to another
“buy and drink beer”
lead to another
“make an illegal U turn
in one of the places
most likely
to cause an accident
on this whole Island”
resulting in his
killing 2 motorcyclists

one simple action
will likely lead
to him spending
the rest of his life
in jail.

to what end?

and you know what’s really scary?
I can’t honestly say
if I’d have made it to him first
before the police
that he’d have even made it to jail

what’s that kind of anger
make me?

big love to Leanne and Rob
and my Respects to her
Auntie Martha and Larry.

to go get some cream
for my freakin coffee
and the phone rang
(what kinda idiot
would phone me before coffee…

and wtf is up
with no cream in the house
on Sat morn
I can’t even blame this one
on the VOD!)

so I answered
and sat down at the puter
to converse with a moron
about my household insurance
and whilst conversing
I got to paying bills n shit
on line

Pixie started barking
cos she wanted up
so to shut her up
cos I was still on the phone
I picked her up
and set her on my chest
where she promptly turned tail
and climbed under my shirt
and into my bra

this brings to mind a couple of things:
A) who knew there was room in my bra for anything else?
B) I think I’ve created a boob monster
C) good thing I’m single…I’d hate to have to explain these tiny nail scratches on my boobs to anyone.

and how’s your morning going??