Well! It's been a year of firsts, some wanted to be repeated, some rather not, some better not had happened in the first place. No doubt, all of them came very much as a surprise, unplanned for, uncalled for. Maybe i should quit the chatter, and should just finish with everything I thought about blogging.
Like swearing, and whether it matters, and when it's okay, and whether I should curb it now.
Like birds and how evil they are.
Like my suspicions about hairdressers.
Like the word 'lummox'.
Sometimes i like sitting down in front of my laptop, stare blankly at the screen, then pound at the keys like a runaway train with no driver. Like a parked car careering down a hill with no hand-break, or a spooked horse galloping aimlessly across a dark field. For I can tell you, the words don't just land there in cyberspace by themselves.
OK, this post probably doesn't make much sense, it's my brain talking to me, 'he' likes to make fun of me constantly. Watch it brain! Lest i stab thee with a Q-tip!
Happy New Year to everyone!
(This is the last post of this blog from me, i probably won't delete it, might wanna read the posts one day when i'm all grown up, and hopefully laugh instead of crying.)
