Feeling: Peaceful
Listening to: Shot Down by Nine Black Alps

I believe I owe you an explanation. At least, I have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that I do. But it could just be a tummyache, I sometimes get the two confused. :s Either way, you're not getting one (an explanation).

Sooo, what's everyone been up to? I've been flying around and falling out of trees and watching chickens poop. You know, the usual kind of things you do on holiday.

I think the Michael Jackson death pandemonium has resided quite considerably. So, now, it's my turn (Actually, I'm just awesomely good at procrastinating) to say that it is incredibly two-faced but strangely necessary of the media to be so cruel to him when he was alive, and then abruptly highlight what a crazily talented man he was when it's too late. Now, they say people will remember him for his dance and music, after constantly shoving multiple accounts of Whacko Jacko stuff down our throats. *Shakes head. It's rather strange how people are so interested in the lives of people they don't know. But I suppose it fits perfectly in a crazy world like this. As people I've never met say, good golly gosh. Good golly gosh, indeed.

More importantly, they should have a For Dummies book for Life. That would be really helpful, and I think it could quite possibly be one of the best selling books ever. After the Bible.

Despite what Blogger may say, it is actually 12 minutes past 3 in the morning. I shall, thus, be retiring to my quarters in the minutes to follow. I bid you adieu. *Melts into a puddle of goo.

(I was going to say something else but the internet died and I forgot. :[)

Feeling: Ngaaaargh
Listening to: My Side Of Homicide by Endwell

What the fuck? That is what I say. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?

:[

Feeling: Hungry
Listening to: Paper Wings by Rise Against

It's been a while.

I've watched you fly on paper wings half way around the world, until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiralling down, landing somewhere far from here with no one else around to catch you falling down. And I'm looking at you now, and I can't tell if you're laughing; between each smile, there's a tear in your eye.