I really, really tried to refrain myself from commenting on all the latest TH-related spiel but it's either posting on LJ or fucking my head through a wall with a Katy Perry song in the background. On repeat.

Anyway, here are some homemade opinions: thoughtful, freshly stated, objectively and most importantly, eloquently put.

<clears throat>

HAVE YOU ALL GONE BATSHIT?


The end.



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Hello world!

If you're a bit confused now and my name does not ring any bell then our love was never meant to be.


Really. How could you have forgotten about me already? 

Anyway, it's my birthday, and there is no time more pressing (or rather depressing) to make up a balance of your life so far.


Here are the facts of dailanche her 29 years spent on Planet Earth:

- alive: yes
- sex: more than once
- location: still haven't moved out of parents house
- carreer: murdering to social life
- social life: intimate relationships through intimate actions with keyboard
- Fornication Under Consent of the King: resulted in 1 little brat

- contribution to society: I pay my taxes
- contribution to the greater good: I'm saving this one for when I'm turning 40


ENDSCORE: let's get shitfaced


I may be laughing but the joke is rather bitter. 

On days like today, when I feel like a useless filler of valuable space, I wish I were religious. At least, then I could argue, raise a fist, raise a voice, get mad at someone at least!

But now, the only person I can get mad at is myself and it's one of my personal policies to never do something that is not beneficial to my happiness. Quid pro quo.

Ah, it's turning into a rather dramatic and theatrical post already and I really hope that next year, when I'll be writing my sob-story about tunring 30 no doubt, that I can look back to this post and laugh with my silly self.

But yes, all this blahblahblah, because it's 1.45 in the morning and I'm still awake and feeling a bit nostalgic and quite a bit melancholic.

The night is dark and the sounds are oddly mingling with the tapping on my keyboard and I hardly think that there isn't a more fitting moment then right now to make a toast to myself.

<raises an imaginary glass of champagne to my imaginary self>

"Glad to see you're still with us and remember, it ain't over until the fat lady sings. Cheers!"

I'm just in nick of time to wish you all my love on this day but, as was to be expected, your actual gift will not arrive today or even this week :(

Let's say, it will be a huge accomplishment if I manage to get it to you before the new year.


Anyway, I love you and there's nothing say's it better than this farthing quintuplets! (this is also the first time I've ever used the word quintuplets)

Hello world.


I'll be swamped with work until somewhere past January 2010. Which means, I'll have no time for you.

It would be nice to not forget completely about me until I make it back.


In other words. I feel like an utmost loser. Because even if anyone keeps on saying, "Oh, it's just because you have a life and blablabla."

Being confronted on a daily base on what you've missed or what you've been missing out on, plain sucks.


It really does feel a bit like standing in the corner watching everyone else play.



/loser out

		I will marry Tom\'s cock.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Beach in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 7 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a pink Mini.
		I will spend my days as a Famous, and live happily ever after.

Soo.. I've decided to buy myself an extra month time and try to catch up with everything.

But really, it annoys me to no end that I can't poke around in your lives like I used to when I still got access to Twitter and LJ at work.

Although, I must say that I even surprised myself to discover that I missed you more than the continuous information stream about Tokio Hotel. It really is bros before, euhm, bros!

Anyway, if you have felt ignored by me than that's true but if it's any comfort, I've missed you guys too.

<3

... cause I adore you!

So, I've just outed myself as a nOOb by completely mocking up that "I love you because..." meme....


I'm tempted to delete and erase all evidence of my stupidity but I'll embrace it as a lesson. Wax on, Wax off.



Other boring updates:

- tempted to do Open University. But it scares the shit out of me because if I start this then this is one of my last chances to proof that I'm not entirely made off suck-age. If I fail then it will be just that: failure because I am a failure. I'm not sure if I'm ready for such confrontation with myself.

- tempted to make twitter account because you have NO IDEA how much I fucking miss it. And during  last night of soul-searching, I was wondering what it was again that I was trying to proove to myself. That I have a tendency to go overboard? That I have un-healthy hobbies? That I become easily addicted? That I need attention? Pssh! I know that already. Still, pride and all that...

- tempted to go shopping but it would be clearly comfort shopping which would only lead to sad purchase of sad things, sad bank account and sad boyfriend.

- tempted to do something drastically stupid, like buying a van, pimping the van and hit the road to make a BBC-worthy documentary called, "Walking with Tokio Hotel, in the trail of hair-spray, groupies and wet panties."

Meh.


I'm a sheep.