movie not to seeeeeeeeee

Sucker punch: great start, alright ending, rubbish middle. Rubbish.

The end.

But wait, good soundtrack :)

The end.

Literally sitting here twiddling my thumbs because I actually have no work to do. Like, none... nothing worth bothering to do anyway.

I can hear my boss smashing the phone and swearing in one of the conference rooms because he's a twit and doesn't know how to put it on speaker phone.

Lol. It's always  the "intelligent" one's who have no common sense.

I'm gonna go..... shave...

Starting to feel the itch again.. it's been exactly a week and a half since iv'e been on facebook. Not the biggest achievement to some but a trillion years for me. I found myself tempted to sneak on last night (who would know?)... and just before I even went to the home page and put in my login details. It would have been so easy to just press Login.

But I told myself that I'd lose all my self-respect if I gave in!

Dammit.

Someone told me yesterday that I sometimes have a nervous laugh... I thought he was right for a moment, then I read this:

"Those who can laugh without cause

have either found the true meaning of happiness

or have gone stark raving mad."

-- Norm Papernick

If only he knew...

Frivolities this weekend included but was not limited to:

• showcasing my extreme wannabe removelist skillz
• 3am kebabs
• an attempt at shopping
• 4 hours of hip hop music, break dancing and plebs
• a ride in the boot of a car right next to a subwoofer and blue neon lights
• dinner cooking in the morning in my nighties
• my own mother rejecting me (she didn't want to hold me hand. pfft.)
• playing therapist and giving some probably bad life changing advice

Amen.

Forget me not.

Keep me breathing..

“If we look at the world with a love of life, the world will reveal its beauty to us.” ~Daisaku Ikeda

I love the smell of freshly cut grass, purging to my senses as every single one of my thoughts disappear.

I love the feel of rain drops on my skin, cold, real.

I love the way flowers, even just one, can make a landscape of a pallet of greys and browns, prettier. I love the way they're perfect even in their imperfection.

I love the way one bird answers another, whistling, trilling melodically, a sweet language of notes.

I love the way the the sun and the clouds argue. Fluffy, bulbous, imperfect marshmellows covering the sun as it fights to shine through, finally, succeeding when the wind parts the clouds, blowing them out of the way as the sun caresses my face, warming me to my bones.

I love looking people in the eye and noticing the patterns and hues of their iris, textures of a crater, river or sparkle in their eye.

I love the flutter of butterfly wings.

I love the first kiss, the unsuredness, the quickened heartbeat, the first imprint of lips and electricity charge through the body.

I love old things, things with a history, a story behind them.

I love spring and all things yellow.

I love music and how it takes over my mind, every beat and melody and backing, working together to take care of my soul.

high-larious.

Completely politically incorrect but undeniably hilarious.

According to whatsis face...

Statistics - can't trust 'em. I mean, they say "statistics don't lie", oh and I love the phrase "statistics show" to draw some grand, outlandish conclusion, but really, they're always taken from a select group of people which are supposed to be generalized across a whole nation, and most the time, just like science, it disproves itself.

For example, they say (statistics say - I'm sure there's some sort of scientific basis for this) a person thinks about 60,000 thoughts a day with 56,400 thoughts centred on the self. Other statistics say 70,000, others 12,000. Some dude (probably some one important or something) reckons 2-3000 (seems a bit off according to statistics)... I just googled this question to get the exact statistic for you and pretty much every site has a different dang figure! Statistics are soooooo reliable.

And how do they even get those "stats"?? (picturing some sort of inception scenario in labs with a wrinkled, fluffy-haired, toothless grandpa holding a metal helmet over a body, here).. and what even constitutes a "thought"? what about the "slow" G's, the deep-thinker's, analytical and creative arty farts? and that 56K figure, that's a figure for a fairly balanced individual, yeah? so what about the obviously selfish pepos?

Like I said, grand and outlandish.

Obviously we won't remember most our thoughts, just the interesting ones (oh man, I must be so boring, I never remember what I'm going on about) but imagine if we did, we'd have no room in our brains to.... think - el oh el - didn't think that one through.. but I mean we'd be all over the place. I already feel like my brain is cluttered with shiz and my thought bin is empty... but I can't even remember what my thoughts are.. and where was I going with this post?? rambling about something.. oh right, statistsics...

Mmm, I tire of this topic, time to finish.

I think I have bipolar.

statistically

irrelevant

Erm, so I failed the 1 month ban, well no, I didn't fail, Ray failed and now is indebted to me so I went back on.. yeeeeeeep.

BUT I'm detoxing with another set of people now.. hehe.

Two weeks.

Easy.