Faith, Hope & Trick

No more blog page name changes I do solemnly swear on this day at 6:20am AEST time.

Its like finding the comfort zone with a good cup of coffee. You don't just drink it on any old table or chair, there is always that special place where you go with the steaming mug to enjoy a some RnR.

Not that there has been any of that in my recnt past or future few days. But Im sure, we'll get there eventually.

This Buffy episode is up there in my top ten. Faith arrives, Angel returns and Trick causes chaos as usual. What's not to love?

Similarly, Ive got faith that chapter one shall be submitted today. Day. During daylight hours. There's some shred of hope left that I will get to complete that impossible list of aims below this post. And I swear, if Trick was to appear right now, Im fully equipped to deal with whatever chaos he can throw my way.

Way to challenge my karma there. Just throw out the gauntlet and let it fall, let it fall..

Hey, I may be a cold-blooded jelly doughnut, but my timing is impeccable.

Bruised In Transit

Granted the last few posts have been overly sentimental. Reading over, I may as well dye my hair ebony, apply white chalk to my face and paint my room gray. Or I could share the resolution and waltz a little further down, what has been a turbulent few days.

I think I know where I stand now. There is to be a wedding. There is also, to be a secret. I shall have a drink to Him&Her and wish them all the best. I think it says somewhere in the friend rulebook, if you move forward, you learn a lesson.

Eerily enough, a friend today said every boy teaches us girls something. From brush your teeth twice a day if you want to be re-kissed; to the advantages and disadvanatges of circumsized vs uncircumsized penis'. The key is to remember each lesson learnt.

Note to self: try uncircumsized penis before your twenty-five.

The trouble with any lesson, I find, is implementing the example. Wanting what you can have and doing what you should do are all well and good lessons; but where would the fun be in implementing that.

I really am going to hell, aren't I?

In brighter news, DiffBoy promised he would sit beside me in Tartarus. I might even get to whip him, if I make it first. Which at the rate Im going, might just happen..

*disconditioned, bruised and shifted into transit*