Ok. Things, life, situations cannot get any stranger. Well, they could but I would have to inhale a large amount of drugs to get to that point. My children love me (it's their job - even when I'm a complete twat), women like me on an ethereal plane, men love to tell me their inner secrets. Things are coming together - like a little animal orgy (just think of those little hamsters in stockings and suspenders).....Oh, the joys of being Goth.
No wonder that I'm as fu*ked up as I am. I always worry about everyone but me.
Anyway, I have strayed from the path of good once more (well, the path was a little bit fragile to start with) - friggy diggy!!
I have returned to the country I spurned and it welcomed me with mayonnaise covered, outstretched arms.
For Goth's sake, can I do nothing right?
Once, it would be nice to just....... be.
Looking on the bright side - oh shite, there isn't one. After Eight mints are my only distraction - sad but true.
4am, wide awake when I should be asleep. Gaaaaarrgh. (when I wrote this, not when I posted it - I can get pissed with the 'best of them' but haven't figured out the time travel thing yet)
As for you that thought that I couldn't post when I was busy....ha ha, just a time of the month thing!! Grew hair and had to howl at the moon so it was a little difficult typing but I'm back to sub-normality now.
ps if it's your connection I'm using - tough - get the encryption sorted you muppet