how many blogs have morphed into people's verbal punchbags?
as i blog jump to see who is still alive and kickin'
all i read is paragraph after paragraph about how crap life is and how they wanna die bladiblar...
and sometimes i wish i had this pot of happiness brewing in my back pocket, that i can ration dosages out to the people in dire need.
why is it hard for people to happy?
i struggle with that puzzle myself occasionally, when i do stumbled upon it.
a 1200 piece puzzle.
anyone wanna gimme a hand?

and if anyone has a mini-brewing-pot somewhere in their bottom drawer, lend me if you don't need it.

*pause*

Now!^ i've finally conceived.
Nono, not a Baby! but 2 methods of personal therapy.
s-l-o-w Me only just found out they're 2 of my favourite things to do as well.

1. Cooking - i spent an almost full hour cooking all the Bramley apples donated by our neighbour from their apple tree, by order of mum.

2. Hair cutting - i find that cutting a bit of myself off acts as an almost spiritual thing about cutting the bad bits off. NOW you see why i love cutting my own hair. everytime i get a little trim, you'll know i've arrived at some form of revelation.

*looks around*

I received 2 letters in the mail today, both equally important.
However, one was from my college, telling me how my Graphics work is going to be remoderated due to the totally unpredicted bad grades produced across the year group.
But that this will only take place Oct/Nov period.
They apologise if our grades have affected our paths in any way.

And what's the point in that? You've totally missed the train there mate!
i'm already heading to my 2nd choice uni, i blindly put down, never thinking there was any chance in the world of me going down that road.

Dear God, if you're sending me to Plymouth because my future husband is there, please reveal him quickly before i decide to head to Nottingham once i get my deserved grade. Amen.

*smiles to herself*