Hate to turn this into a rant-site but seriously? I’ve been saying for a while (over a year now, I believe) that what I really need to do now is : run away.In the likely case that I follow this up, this will be my last post. O_o.Weird thought. I mean, you know, unless I find a browsing-cum-old people’s home.. with free dark chocolate.. OK.Really not helping things, there!
‘Runaway’ (obviously) :
On a happier note, I (finally) get to play throwball tomorrow-the single match of the year, the joy!But,hey- it’s something.
My Cranial Jukebox is currently jammed on : Fade To Black, Metallica. Yes, ancient we are (No, Yoda, we are not !).
Oh, and since I haven’t seen Marthe: Version-Ouch! , I currently picture this twitchy-nosed rat with two diagonally slashed off teeth forming a little triangle..Comic,really! Ah well, look at the bright side (*snorts derisively*) : You lost a tooth, but you gained a space for a straw!.Yes,this also goes under the head ‘My (creepy) Fascination For Old, Dead Men’ (NO, not really !).From Tom Sawyer.I think. That or this is my hazy mind’s way of dealing with things.If it’s the latter : I’m disappointed (and how!).Nothing even remotely dramatic? I must be farther gone than I’d imagined heretoforth!