GT has some unexplained angst going on. How did this happen? I started getting angry with someone. And not knowing the term ‘moderation’ we going all out, so it plays in your head around and around. Once you blow, you blow. Especially as you were perpetually blinded by blissful ignorance. Until, well, now. What is that which they say? Ignorance is bliss. So this anger made my brain turn to mush. Resulting in me blubbering some half-arsed bullshit to two loving friends who I know, though they love me would say ‘Shut up and Move On, The World Has Bigger Problems’, but of course, being absolute sweethearts, allowed me to backtrack through the world’s current problems, erase my guilt from my misgivings and doubt my decisions. Then this is where I say I didn’t remember why I was pissed in the first place. But I do, so I won’t sleep. Somehow that makes me sound that my drugged-up junkie father depleted my college fund for a hit, or that I’m pregnant from a resulting gang-rape executed by a group of my closest friends. That at least would explain the chocolate cravings. I’m on my fourth ferraro. Which is nothing, I know, but it just may escalate into a T16. Yeah, I over agonise over things. A preventative measure so to save oneself from falling apart? Never. Anger, right. This is transforming into AngstBlog! Well hey, it’s just the forecast, if you want sunny skies check the Bureau of Meteorology.

You know what I love? Coincidence. Seeing someone you were never meant to see, except in some warped daydream, or twisted nightmare where you kidnapped their younger sister and wind up crying in their arms. Disturbing I know.
But isn’t it just the damndest thing? Coincidence I mean. Today I was sitting in a nondescript area of everyday life, and my friend says something along the line of how I’m going to marry this guy. Who I have this messed-up yet completely platonic relationship with. Anyway, as she finishes her sentence, he walks past with his girlfriend who, let’s face it, hates me enough already. It was greater than coincidence, it was irony. Puuuuuure Irony. So I ended up yelling and screaming at him in hysteria, which totally worked for my image.

You know what I hate? My friend’s girlfriends. Does that make me a bad person? Is it my fault that all females are whores? Of course not. Maybe some people are just magnets for people who won’t treat them right. Especially when they’re that über sickly-sweet sort of person that calls you ten times a day and drops you home even though you live forever away and it’s dark. Gosh all of my two (2) readers can so know that I am making an example of someone. But really I don’t. I’m not threatened, I just seem compare these slaggy/exclusive/bogan/vindictive/etc to .. what I don’t know. Not to myself heaven forbid. Because not a place I want to be in. Perhaps an ideal that should be embodied?

Good things come to good people. Not to those who wait. Sometime you feel your whole life is just waiting. For something good, something better. Taking temporary refuge in the quick fix.. What the hell am I saying?

I’m rambling and in a weird-ass mood that’s for sure.
And it isn’t a coincidence.