I don't know what to do but blog. I have seen pictures on twitpic of the water in our street. The basement carpark is full. It is not even king tide and the river is lapping at the ground floor level (my level). By tonight all my things will be under water, covered in a disgusting layer of river sludge. By the peak tomorrow, maybe the second floor, third floor? I have cried buckets... not for my things... but for the shock and fear I feel. I am being stripped bare of my old life. My heart hurts. I feel so lost and helpless.
My boys. I love them. I have everything really, don't I. Nothing but everything.
Conceptual Capacity. And Leopard Print.
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