Click the link above - I’m a round one contestant in the Avon Voices competition*. Give a girl a break, register on the website and vote for me. Pass this on, re-blog it, send it to your mum’s sister’s best friend’s auntie. Please. I’ll be your best friend.
I’ve missed you lot. I will be here more often, I promise.
*Yes Esmeweatherwax, I *know* you are sick of this ;)
The moderators on this discussion forum will not moderate a post likening homosexuals to paedophiles and people who practise bestiality, despite people reporting the poster, and stating publicly that they were distressed and upset by the comments made - but the mods will censor a post pulling the homophobic cunts up for blaming the HIV epidemic solely on homosexual men?
What the FUCK people?
Yes I know, a karaoke website and shit on the internet that nobody else really cares about - but I pay these people money. I’m funding this fucking ignorance.
Not. Any. More.
Feel free to troll the shit out of the place. I’m done with them.
I might have to up the ante…
and post stuff more than once every Preston guild.
*waves at new followers*
I have nothing to say though. Well nothing of any interest to anyone with a brain. It’s 5am, I’ve had about four hours of sleep and my mind is racing. Today is going to be…interesting.
My son is 12. He’s lovely 99% of the time, I promise you he is. He’s also broken. I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but he just is. Without going into to much detail, he has become aggressive towards me and my partner and we cannot control him any more. I’ve had to ask for help, and it’s damn near killing me inside. I want to fix him, and I can’t. I’m his mum, and I can’t help him. What kind of mother cannot help her son?
On top of this I have a rehearsal tomorrow. The final one. If I am tired, my voice will go croaky. It always does. I don’t want to let people down, yet I can’t get back to sleep. I can’t even lie still. Legs are twitchy, brain is active and a shitstorm of stress and worry and panic and doubt and mrrrrraaaaagh is raging through my brain.
I don’t know how I’m going to get through singing ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’ without crying like a bloody girl, I really don’t. Stupid really.
All I want for Christmas is a normal, happy, family.
Fucking hell, I’m a right miserable cow. Ignore me. Go look for kittens or something with tits on before you sink into misery too.
Dec 08 Reblogged
Stay with Me - Lorraine Ellison
It’s not a bad version, but I prefer Ruby Turner’s. Ruby is A. MAY. ZING.
I totally rock this song by the way…I sang it for a talent show last year and nearly blew up the sound system ;)
I now have another blog set up…
for my spamming of the vocal chords.
Please go and follow? Or I will feel all lonely and unloved. On the internet.
Basically its way of showcasing musical talent without using MySpace (which I don’t like using as it’s a bit rubbish). It’s a bit bare at the moment, but two tracks have been put up so if anyone does happen to wander through that way, they have something to listen to.
I’ve made some tentative enquiries to people who are looking for female vocalists, and we’ll see what happens. I’m a little nervous, and a little worried that if anyone does like my voice they’ll be put off by the fact that I am a fat bird. Which is probably daft. I’m in the throes of PMS, as normally that sort of thing doesn’t really bother me.
Honest opinions are more than welcome - what do you think of the tracks I’ve put on there? Also, is the bio a little bit too tongue-in-cheek?
(My surname isn’t Porter - not yet anyway. My real surname is embarrassing though, so it’s easier to go by my future married name)