So I've joined yet another blog site, pretty soon I think my fingers will fall off or my brain will explode, most likely the latter, makes more sense knowing me. Life is pretty trouble-some at the moment, feel like my heads in a blender and going at top speed the kind that reduces fruit to mere pulp. Is it wrong to feel completely sorry for yourself in a world where you know theres so many people in a worse off situation than your own, I know deep down it is, but I can't help myself from thinking "meh"

Also the species also known as men, why are they so confusing? Why do I torment myself going over and over the same situations and experiences, like the poor mechanical rabbit zooming around a racing track, covering so many distances and using up so much energy but getting nowhere and viewing the same sights again and again? It's the mystery of being human, no matter how much it hurts you push yourself further and harder, ripping your heart into more pieces everytime, but it's like an addiction, the adrenaline rush with the first flushes of attraction. You feel ontop of the world, like nothing or noone can interfere or burst that romantic bubble. But hey, I think I expect too much, is it possible to be the modern day Romeo & Juliet? Love today is much too disposable, it's not a case of "I'd rather kill myself than live without my Romeo" it's more "bye bye Romeo" and move on to the next opportunity. Everything is so disposable nowadays it saddens my romantic side to think relationships and love are heading that way too.

Yeah so today, was a tad boring, had an early shift at work which totally dragged in, getting out of bed at an ungodly hour to work for minimum wage, it's about as appealing as clawing your own eyeballs out it must be done. Also today I have been over playing Scouting for Girls album, it's annoyingly upbeat, surely noones life is like that, unless of course they are on crack a la Pete Doherty. I came home and hand baked about a million cakes, apparently concentrating on household tasks helps flush out frustrations, I guess it works. Although I had to pack off all my cooking to my gran, I'd rather not look like Shamu on the beach this summer back to the gym I go..