Apolgies for the unnecessarily dreary and depressing post of yesterday especially given that I have previously promised that I would endeavour to be as trivial as humanly possible in this damn thing to avoid having a second teenagehood and turning into some sort of quazi middle aged emo thing… because lets face it there’s not a lot on this planet that’s less attractive than a once was… kinda… you know… crying into her red.
Though I can highly recommend the Maclarenvale 2006 Gotham Shiraz for such purposes while we’re on the topic.
That all made more sense in my head….. So after boring people to tears – myself included – with yesterday’s ‘Poor me – How dead is my cactus?’ shit… I took a hint from fabulous Dave2 who leads a far more glamorous and undoubtedly more productive life than myself and had a look back at my LIST. Yes… that list.
I made some changes. Cheered myself up by adding in some retrospective ‘things to do’. I think I might try to remember to have a look at it more regularly and remember that no matter how many petulant monkeys seem to be flinging poo in my general direction… I can always escape to some obscure foreign country of flexible culinary ethics and revenge myself by eating one.