Right...

So I've been thinking a bit (a dangerous pastime, I know) that whacky old kook really IS Belle's father... but thats not what this is about.

No really, I have been thinking for the past couple of weeks or something and I've come to realise that sometimes I'm quite a negative person. Yes, I know thats a weird thought cause I usually try to be happy outwardly but I have a problem with thinking bad stuff about things at the same time. Not about people though, no not at all... I always give people or circumstances the benefit of doubt, even to the point of fault. I guess I'm just not that forgiving of myself as I am of other people for the most part.

I'll tell you what though, negativity sucks worse then a gay vacum cleaner and, whats funny about it, is that its always different every time. Think about it really, if your not miserable about one thing then its about another and on and on it goes. So yeah, why speculate about the bad things in life if they always change and are unstable? Good things never change: hot chocolate on a cold morning still makes me feel like the king of the world, the sun still shines in the summertime, old friends still complete me, writing will never cease to exist and, most importantly, I will always have Jesus by my side no matter what happens.

And yeah, thats about all that could ever matter to me.

Happenings

Yes, so I've been a tad bit delinquent with my blogging and stuff but I do have a good excuse. You see it was because Mr. Friendly, my sock puppet, decided about a week ago that if he looked at me with a sick little grin (which he knows I hate) that I'd crack and give him that candy bar he's been moaning about for a long time now. Turns out though that a leperchaun came in through my window in the nick of time and handed me a damn good apricot and onion pie and so yeah, its magical properties have helped stave off Mr. Friendly's mental attacks for awhile. Don't know how long I'll be able to hold off though, the last slice is nearly gone. *looks around frightendly*

I love experimenting with food though, kind of a hobby of mine. You name it and me and Mikey have probably made it or will make it in the near future: fried cucumbers, honey sandwhiches with cumin ontop, frozen pea frosties. We now know why you don't try to fry actual banana's instead of plantains, they melt in the frying pan (literally)

But yeah, I've been writing a bit more. Finished a longish piece that I'll be posting up on a blog I'm making especially for my writings. When I post enough stuff and get it all organised I'll put up the link. Anyways, the night is young and I'm feeling pretty, witty and gay (no happy damnit, HAPPY!!!) Ta-ta.

Something from a poem

Glaze my gaze with your summer days,
In glades and lakes secrets revealed;
Myriads of Dryads dance your ways
With secret souls, in heart, congealed.


Yes, it is mine, third stanza or somethingish I think it was... now tell me what you think of it. I hate the title though, nasty little thing and I think I'll change it sooner or later. But no, I won't put it up here yet... still need to finish the editing of it. This snippet is just one of my favorite quatrians I've done in a long time.

And so it is..

Yes, she's gone! For all of you that know her you know who I'm talking about... For all of you that don't, well its about time you do. No she didn't die, you dunce (though the entire point of this post is to make you think she did) but... well... she's gone...


Look at her, there she is... (Psycho don't kill me, its the best pic I could find) Not much to say about this psycho, great woman though, one of the very few that I'll ever be able to call truly "wise." Great painter, great writer, great musician great.... everything. Gahh and she left me, yes my dear little psycho left me for the bloody mountians of Switzerland!

Its o.k though--watch out psycho--you only got a few months before I come looking for you... hope you have found a comfortable cave by then mwahahaha....Yes, so then, let us bow our heads and say a prayer for this girl as she trapieses off to new worlds. "Dear lord, keep her away from tall blonde yodlers named Bruce and watchmakers with the last name of Heir Googlestien. Amen."

Love you Mari, miss you like hell already...

Merry New Year

Pah, a bloody pox on the New Year, I liked the old plenty! But I suppose that change is good for you so I'll just smile and wave at 2006 and put it in my little box of memories. Lots of memories in the last year, some good ones some bad, but I try to remember the good ones as much as I possibly can.

I don't really have much of a resolution this year though, except maybe leaving the States. Going to put up my want add sometime this week and see how it works out. Cha-ching.

Happy New year ya'll hope it'll be the best for you...