This ain't dead y'all ;)

Wow... I wasn't expecting this... were you? I doubt it! In fact I wasn't even expecting to remember this blog! So much has happened and changed since the last post that I shan't even try to list any of it. 9 months? I could have had a baby in that time... well... maybe not... but had I the correct equipment I could...
Anyway, there isn't much point in this post, except to get the ball rolling again. Get ready for the continuation of the vague humour, pointless rambling, pedantry, melancholy and general idiocy (and unnecessary tags) of J, M and myself (that's C to y'all), which I promise I shall not let die again (at least not permanently) - I know I'm ready for you, Mr(s) Internet(s) >:D
Also, I feel I should plug at least some sort of link, that being what I do, so please have a look at this webcomic series featuring Luigi (Super Mario Bros. , Mario Kart, etc.) I recommend you look out for Link. The series is so far short, but most enjoyable. Good job to kevinbolk (its creator (and continuer)) Have a link: http://www.interrobangstudios.com/potluck/index.php?strip_id=941
Until next time, adoring fans...
Much luffles,

C

On Love and Other Debatables

What to post? A question that's puzzled bloggers since the dawn of blogging; it certainly seems to have the three of us sufficiently puzzled, after nearly a month. I figured I'd break the ice, this time with something a little more serious and perhaps controversial than my oh, so trivial mind would usually indulge. But I feel like having a deep rant, so for those of you who don't like it, fuck off *giggles*

I'm going to start by saying how much I love MB. For those of you who don't know MB, find out and make your judgement. My judgement is if you don't like it, you're a fool. I love MB, and through it I've met something I love even more... or rather someone: My darling D.E.O.B (and no, I shan't tell you what that stands for XP). To me he is the most important person in the world, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. That said, he's not the first person I've ever said that about, and this is why I carefully tiptoe around that dangerous 4-letter word at this point.

Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself?

I decided to take a brake from the Wilde quotes and take the title from a rather different yet, in my eyes, nonetheless brilliant lyricist. The quote is from the Neil Young song "Tell me why?", which in itself would also make quite an apt title given this post's subject.
For years now, I've been telling myself that "I am going to do certain things and achieve certain goals in this specific period of time", all the while convincing myself that what I'm saying is true as I apparently believe on some level that I have the kind of self-will and work ethic that will allow me to do so. The truth of the matter is that in actuality I do not, and I've known this for quite some time, and yet every time I want to achieve something I convince myself that it will be different from the last time. I tell myself that, in spite of the past, this time I will succeed, but I very rarely do. Evidently, I find it hard to keep promises that I make to myself.