Thursday, 15 December 2011

Babies, Packing Peanuts, and Giftwrap: One of these things is not like the other.

Welcome, gentle readers,

This will be a short post, I should think. There's a trip to prepare for, and gifts to wrap -- though I must say it doesn't look much like Christmas from my window. More like a deary spring. That's global warming for you, though.

I just thought I'd pop in to chat. Why not, right? Things are going well. I've been keeping busy. Friends from school have been texting nonstop, and they keep me amused. My cat is attempting to type, and glaring everytime I shoo her away from the keyboard. Silly kitty.

It's strange though, shcool friends. I ran into someone I went to high school with the other day, and she'd had twins in August. No word on what she was doing for work or school, jsut those twins. it's sort of alarming how many kids from my graduating class are either having kids or getting arrested -- three and one, respectively -- I mean, it's sort of insane. Why would anyone have kids this young? I mean, it could just be me, but I don't think I'm emotionally mature enough to have a fetus growing inside of me. Hell, I'm barely emotionally mature enough to part-time look after my cat when I'm home from school. Relationships - of any level of seriousness- sort of baffle me. How can anyone be so comfortable with another human being?

Which is, in conclusion, why I will be forever alone.

Well, this was depressing. I'm going to go wrap presents now.

It's been fun, gentle readers, but the asylum's doors are closing. Best get out while you still can. But don't worry, I'll be here when you get back.



  1. It is a blog.

    Consider this an endorsement I guess?

  2. How astute of you, Watson. It IS a blog!