Ah yes... finally moved away from that orrendous orange thing to well... more orange. The again, me being the dense dinosaur of web coding, its a miracle that this isn't in bright neon pink (while i can't say that i didn't entertain the idea... but bleh... lets just be thankful...). So to whomever had some wierd fetish for that orangy mess that we left behind... content your urgings with the title thingy. Just wipe up after you're done.
Now, onto the quitissential moaning and bitching that makes any blog entry the brilliant discourse of literature that it is, lending it the amzing power to curdle milk, churn stomachs and ofcourse find out the reason behind that eternal quesiton "why does the toast fall buttered side down (it falls faster and with greater splat if your capeting is expensive)?".
I'm rather happy to say that in light of all the depressing events below, i have finally reached the limit whereby the meaning of life has strewn down from heaven in a glorious golden halo of light, and landed unto me, the unworthy human slug... (rather remniscent of the time when you pee upon you brown stuff.... but i digress) The key to all this, is simply to let go, and in letting go take hold. (yay! paradoxical words of wisdom!) Hack care! Don't give a monkey's backside! Like the lunitical scots in bravehearts, just let loose and waggle your genitalia at the enemy! Sitting on my favorite perch ontop of the rubbish shoot, i finally came to realise this today. The feeling ofcourse is not entirely new, but it is touchign that in the utter darkness of rock bottom (which will naturally get darker now that i've said it out ~ murphy's law), it is the venerable Catholic High doctrine which surfaces to do battle. And as a pround member of the clan, i almost eagerly picked up the opportunity.
Yet, unlinke in Cat High, the issue is not merely about me. Sigh... if it was just me, this would all end tomorrow in a nice long period of gaming. Thankfully, things are turning better. It is amazing how neraly any amount of problms can be solved by insulting the annoying and pompous dolt that is Joan, my youngest sister. Some small voice at the back of my head mutters that i probably am resenting her for resembling myself, but so long as passing snide and almost innocent comments relieves soem stress... who really cares? Same goes to my grand mother. My parents however, have been requested tto kindly just shup up so that the world can go on. Right now, i just worry about clare, and yet think about yvonne. I wish things would all just turn out ok, or that this is but a dream.... why must people hurt each other like this...
Stoning off.
