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Mon, Nov. 10th, 2008, 03:20 pm
like woah.

So i last updated this thing 38 weeks ago, apparently.

I heard someone talking about LJ, and i thought, SHIT, I'VE GOT ONE OF THOSE!!!

so here i am

have you missed me? anyone? no?...


Tue, Feb. 12th, 2008, 10:26 pm
I am the child....

I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of. I see that as well. I am aware of much...whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire , or if you are just doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.

You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, repsonses over my well being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards...great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it.

What I give you is so much more valuable...I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk.

I am the child who cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by. You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is much you take for granted. I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again. I am dependant on you in these ways. My gift to you is to make your more aware of your great fortune, your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them. I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness. I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired. I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick, what I do know is infinite joy in simple things. I am not burdened as you are with the strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life. My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love. I give you the gift of simplicity. I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the disabled child. I am your teacher, if you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life. I will give you and teach you unconditional love. I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you. I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted. I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams. I teach you giving. Most of all I teach you hope and faith. I am the disabled child

Tue, Feb. 5th, 2008, 07:11 pm

Apparently it's been 25 weeks since my last post.

I'm suprised this thing still works... And I have mixed feelings about the fact that it does.

25 weeks is a long time to sum up, so I don't know if i shall bother. I've made friends, lost friends, regained friends... blah blah blah...

i'm still working in disabilities, still studying like HELL (for 2 nights a week haha) to get my certificate three, before i get cert 4 and, next year, my diploma.... so i can take my boss's job.

Today i was punched in the jaw and the hand (as slow as i am, i still managed to block the fucker, but he sprained my fingers.. workers comp here i come)

what does it say about me that when i typed LIVEJOURNAL, i typed LIVERJOURNAL.

maybe i should start up a journal for alcoholics... which i've just discovered that I'm not! week and a half sober, so i guess i'm not anyway... haha time will tell.

anyway. welcome me back into the lj community! i forgot what it was like, there's no friend whoring (myspace) tacky immature gadgets (facebook) 12 year old girls flirting with you (vampirefreaks).. but for all that, i still missed it. heh.

x markc

p.s- anyone else going to see mindless self indulgence? i have that whole week off work :)

Sat, Aug. 11th, 2007, 02:48 pm
Cocaine, hotel rooms, cigarettes and sodomy :P

Weekend started like this....

Then I dressed like a girl...

And did some make up :)

What a view!


Me and Katie..:)

Weekend was lovely, thanks for asking :)

Thu, Jul. 12th, 2007, 11:28 pm



Mon, Jul. 9th, 2007, 10:11 pm
"wicked" clowns


Tue, Jul. 3rd, 2007, 10:19 pm


Love this sooo much!

Thu, Jun. 21st, 2007, 10:25 pm

This post is all about Kate and the awesomeness that revolves around her and everything she does.

She is the the sweetest, cutest funniest little space cadet I have ever met. I melt like the wicked witch whenever I look at her.

Did I mention she is sexy? Oh yes, yes yes yes, she is. Sexified.

I guess by now you've noticed i'm quite smitten.

She makes me laugh she makes me smile she makes me blush she makes me float around all day. she rocks my toe socks.

To paraphrase Ron Burghundy 'I know that one day Katie and I are gonna get married on top of a mountain, and there's going to be flutes playing and trombones and flowers and garlands of fresh herbs. And we will dance till the sun rises. And then our children will form a family band. And we will tour the countryside and you won't be invited'

Thu, Jun. 14th, 2007, 05:40 pm

I started a petition to get MSI to Australia. MSI are now endorsing this petition on their website and Myspace and Vampirefreaks, so I'm starting to get lot's of signatures.

Please, sign my petition? Make me happy!

Rough sex for all those that sign

Wed, Jun. 13th, 2007, 08:52 pm

disregard last post. My fleuro pink suit arrives friday :)

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