creamygoodness

Right. Well. That's quite enough of that. I've given myself a couple of days to mope around and feel sorry for myself but, quite frankly, it's just too tiring to keep it up much longer. I don't know where emo kids get their energy from to be so depressed all the time. I'm switching back to mildly good-natured and easy-going with occasional bouts of glee. It's what I'm good at.

I am filled, for some reason, with a burning desire to make changes in my life. Now I've spent a lot of time in the company of me and I think I know me well enough to know that this will probably come to naught once the next random urge or shiny thing hits but still. I am filled with DESIRE. And it BURNS. Like a poorly-digested CURRY. I may attempt to urge myself to pick up the keyboard and try and do some writing again (for about the 50th time, and yet still I refuse to admit defeat). I may try to slide infinitessimally closer to 'six pack' and that little bit further away from 'party keg'. I may even start raising Emus as a hobby. I JUST DON'T KNOW.

At the end of the day, life is full of possibility. Although I might have just had one shut down that I really didn't want to be, there's bound to be another one up the road. Even if it is just the possibility of making a complete tit out of myself at the next meet.