bloggy apology

It seems apologies are in the air. I've been busy at it. Nathan is doing it in list form.

In the past I've written apology poems. I'll re-post this one from last year. There's another here.

Thoughtlessness

If it were possible to ingest one's own foot
I'd have done it.
My soapbox against your latest passion,
Claims that pants like that are out of fashion.
I forgot your birthday, called your mum a cow.
If feet were smaller, I'd have swallowed one by now.

Clueless doesn't nearly sum it up.
I'm the friend you can trust to say
the One Wrong Thing.
Call for winter weather in the spring,
Suggest the cake you've eaten is enough,
I deliver insults off the cuff.

Tact is not my gift.
Diplomacy, poise all escape me
and toenails scratch my heart.
Still, as I make thoughtlessness an art,
know that this is true:
My thoughts are never far away from you.

SAR 2008

limerick

There once was a girl so dim-witted
that she blogged while her brain was omitted
in a moment or two
she was deep in the poo
but still hopes to be one day acquitted

sar 2009

more on paperwork

Because of my phone call to CCLI last week updating our address, I've just gotten paid for the first time in 18 months.

Unfortunately, because I've never given them my tax file number I'm getting taxed at 50c in each dollar. Andrew doesn't think we can recover the money.

Oh well. That's just how things are, I guess.

If I was anyone else, I'd consider filling in a tax file number declaration form so it doesn't happen next time. But I'm me so I won't.

The CCLI people are brilliant to work with. They are used to admin incompetents so just accepted my patheticness and said they'd sort things.

[AAHHH! Just noticed that many of my J is for Jesus songs aren't up there yet. That'll teach me to write songs independantly. Collaboration all the way. (Anyone want a job? I'll give you a 50% cut in royalties if you do my paperwork for me. Surely it's better for me to get 50% than nothing at all!)]