Tag Archives: The Drama Queen

if I were to call for you…

Posted on June 7, 2012 by

Ok this is a super quick post (I’m not even mentioning the outstanding hospital one… er… shucks…pretend you didn’t just read that). The joy of this current job is that it made me realise how happy I am to be … Continue reading →

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taking back…

Posted on December 9, 2011 by

With the daddy demon laid to rest, it remains only to look back and let go. My emotional struggle with my father has led me through hades and beyond, in (and out) of way too many awful romances, chasing the … Continue reading →

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let’s los Loki…

Posted on November 18, 2011 by

We dealt with the disastrous demise of The Drama Queen a while back. I was a bloody mess: I cried almost all the time and my family, unused as they were to me in perpetual tears, started to consider the … Continue reading →

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curtain call: Drama Queen…

Posted on November 1, 2011 by

Given the direction he’s generally headed, ‘curtains!’ would probably be more apt when discussing this eX.  But since I promised you a rose garden (or something like that), let’s get through ‘em thorns… If you remember, I’d just been seduced … Continue reading →

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the gardener…

Posted on October 29, 2011 by

Yes, there’s a music post in the mix and as well as the next instalment of The Drama Queen saga but while I drum up the energy to finish the former and start the latter, I thought I’d share a little … Continue reading →

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lights, camera: Drama Queen!

Posted on October 7, 2011 by

Time to get back to a particularly putrid part of my dismal Dating Past (whilst we conveniently overlook the Dated Present). Well, not so much dating as relational hell. Which, it appears, I’ve a queer knack for f*cking up monumentally … Continue reading →

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Dr McPolar: going down…

Posted on September 5, 2011 by

… part two After a somewhat ‘fateful’ beginning, I started to believe: yes, just maybe this was a good thing. Highly sceptical at the start, I waged a little internal war, arguing logically that although he was far from what … Continue reading →

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end games…

Posted on August 27, 2011 by

So, last proper eX-files post was about the first Player, Dr McPolar and how he features in my musical memory as it were (anyone remember the song for the gamely ginja’s? Memory jog: Mumford and Son’s Little Lion Man). Next up: The Drama Queen … Continue reading →

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tear you apart…

Posted on August 23, 2011 by

I survived the drive through Hout Bay (crying over Chapman’s Peak to Tori Amos’ Scarlet Walk, the ubiquitous D. Nile breakup soundtrack) and the shooting squad yesterday, which turned out to be more freezing than firing. Let’s just say I’ve … Continue reading →

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(light) housekeeping…

Posted on August 15, 2011 by

I may have mentioned before that I’ve a bit of ‘thing’ for lighthouses. Last week I visited two: one’s on my proverbial doorstep in Kommetjie (with the added bonus of a little stone labyrinth) while the other’s further afield and … Continue reading →

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