heartwarming shit

on the way to work, driving through Maribyrnong towards Sunshine, I saw the cutest thing I may have ever seen in my short life...all traffic screeching to a halt to make way for mother duck crossing the busy road, with little ducklings following behind. it was touch-and-go for a few anxious minutes, but they slowly, eventually waddled all the way to the other side of the intersection, and safely made it on to the footpath and then into the sanctuary of the nearest park.

it looked a little something like this, but in real life the ducklings formed more of an orderly queue and looked to be on more of a mission

I thought that she wanted me. But she was thinking something else

I miss you when you're gone.Please don't stay gone too long



The conditions outside my bedroom are awfully blustery right now, so I'm occupied with reading through (and listening, too) a list of the 25 saddest songs in the whole world. I'm up to Iron and Wine, coming in at a respectable #13. Also I love that Roy Orbison is described as "the master of pop-opera misery".

Can someone check on me later and see if I'm okay, or if I've been reduced to a blubbering mess in a crumbling heap floating in a river of salty tears on my bedroom floor

It's at www.spinner.com

UPDATE: I've become quite a fan of Sunday afternoons in pubs seeing sad-country bands, and oh dear, number 6 is killing me "He Stopped Loving Her Today" by George Jones.

No no wait. I've now worked my way through to #2 which is Billie Holiday and "Gloomy Sunday"...I've got it on repeat, please save me from myself