Through my filmic endeavours I have discovered that I have a fondness for the word 'crap', that I forget to brush my hair, and that my crazy eyes are now accompanied by crazy mouth. I think my next craft project will be to create a dapper tin foil hat to complete the ensemble. Though I will have to borrow some cats from my neighbours as two dogs don't really give the right crazy vibe.
So I give you my manifesto of madness.
As my creative endeavours did leave me a little the worse from wear (ie, in excruciating back pain and unable to move from the horizontal) my delightful children brought me a glass of wine and a pink bendy straw. I am raising them right people.
(love my kids)
For those who don't know the joy of Faith No More, have you been living under a rock? Here is Falling to Pieces 1990. Brings back memories of Year 12 parties in dodgy backyards, a bucket mix of miscellaneous alcohol, and a whole lot of teenage angst. Good times.