I know that it's wierd calling Steven Mr. Morrissey, but I just can't help it.
I guess I really do believe he is my Master
and that's how I would want it to be.
People should be allowed their dreams and whimsies
because sometimes it helps when the going is tough.
People should be allowed to scream when there's nowhere to run
because it might stop them from coming all undone.....
hell, what would I know....
I'm just a single mother in the suburbs of Melbourne......
out of sorts with all the happily married couples in the streets with their two car and 2.5 kid situations.......
I only had one child.....
My ex was so stoned all the time he couldn't
have made another one anyway..........
suppose it's lucky I'm not still with him........
Oh, I wish so much Mr. Morrissey would come to Melbourne.
I wish it so hard.....
I want it so bad..
I would do just about anything for him to come
to Melbourne.......

"In the ghetto...." Nick Cave.
That's what I'm listening to......
My life has become full of me waking up and saying I'm not going to do certain things again and then
going and doing them again........
However, all that being said I have achieved a lot this year. But as far as romance goes, I haven't found any. I've had a lot of pleasure, but not romance... I do the romance myself....for myself......I don't know that I believe it's possible to be loved once your heart is broken.
I contribute to a website stories of the man that I really love who I can never be with and maybe this is my way of protecting my heart.....

I guess I may as well say something here......
Morrissey is such a long way from me; I don't know that I will ever get to actually see him unless he decides to tour Australia. Hope springs eternal.
I know its a long way from L.A, or anywhere for that matter
But it would be so cool
to see and hear Morrissey
in real life
here in the cultural cripple
of Melbourne