The same old story... [An interlude]

Taking a break from being my usual self, it's time for a little self-extro and introspection. So here goes my little out-of-body-experience. And no... there will be no parallel astral plane bullshit here, all I need to do is read back through my blog... idiots!

I HAVE gotten meaner. Leaner I may not be, but meaner, HELL YEAH! I'm now officially the Dirty Harry of off-the-cuff retorts... something I used to be too scared to be. Even Sam says so, and she should know! She says it was Karachi, I say it was the life experience... same difference!

Spelling mistakes and typos (here and there) stand out. Chalo, at least it proves I'm human and not some copy editor freak (HAH! I crack me up!). Also tells me (and you) that rarely have I re-read a post written in the flurry of words and emotions, accompanied usually by the song that's running in my head at the time, mostly because it's playing on loop in Winamp while I write that particular piece of my life (for inspiration, of course).

The reason why these last two posts are anomalies (i.e. posted in quick succession, one right after the other in the same sitting - something I guess I've NEVER done before) is because just posting someone else's words, however good they may be, wasn't quite enough. I MUST have the last word... resistance is futile :p

I think I've scared the little one with the hateful comments I posted to her last post. If you're reading this Marina, I'm sorry, it just kinda came out, like most of my writing does. Didn't mean any ill will toward you, honest, cross my heart, (almost) scout's honour!!!! But I did MEAN it...

Re-read my first post too. Didn't really accomplish what I set out to do. Sure, it makes for impressive reading if I need to impress the odd-high brow chick, or score brownie sympathy points, but that's just fucking lame. The original, nobler purpose was to allow the jesters in my life to read my so-called 'journal' so they could understand me better. I didn't think that was gonna happen back then, but nothing like the apathy I've seen in the years that I've been running this blog.
So this goes out to all the anonymous voyeurs... feedback BITCHES!!!!! If just to let me know you've read it!!!!! Isn't that hard y'know... just point and click!

*DOUBLE CLICK*

If this post seems profaner than my normal work, don't hide your children and lock on your chastity belts around your ears just yet. Haven't slept in days and can't really get to sleep now. It's Sunday morning, I'm horny, my 'Sana Anonymous' [perverted SMS 'friend'] is fast-fucking-asleep and there's nothing on TV... life's a peach!

Re-reading this blog is really like taking a trip back in time. But here, I can sit and quietly smile at myself and the bad choices I've made, slap my chrome-dome at the idiot I was and generally chuckle to myself about days long gone. Change I CAN fucking believe in!!!!!

Just don't pretend. Please. As a favour to me. Pretty please with a 14-year-old virgin's cherry on top (is this image disturbing enough yet?). DON'T PRETEND, OK? I FUCKING HATE PRETENDERS!!!!!!! Be real, be assholes for all I care... I know I am one... why can't you be? Assholes, that is. I'll believe you a whole lot more!!!

Oh, and if you're listening up there... I will never surrender. Remember that. There are now just two people in the world that I care about enough to sacrifice my life for... the same two that were standing around when I was born. And if you come near them, you'll never see another sunrise again, even if I have to give up my right to do so too...

Have I said enough yet???