A pensive entry today. I never know how personal/intimate to be on this thing, so I fall between several stools, but I'm in a thoughtful mood and just fancied an outlet for it. Hope it doesn't bore you too much.
I wonder if other bloggers get stressed about the "need" to be funny all the time? A bit of humour is pretty much a necessity in this kind of informal journal, but as I'm not really a natural comedian maybe I should just go with the flow. The problem with the flow, as you will be noticing, is that I always get into meta-discussions with myself about whether I'm posting right. Gah!
I am also saying "gah!" a lot.
I watched New Years Day dawn (wrong word. is there a verb "to midnight"?) over Sydney on the news earlier. I was moved to tears. Either fireworks pack more of an emotional punch than I've given them credit for, or I have a lot of emotion stored up in lil' ole me. I think I know the answer to that.
Maybe I'll try and do a resolutions post. Then I'll have my readership (yes, that's you, mum) to answer to if I fail to keep any of them.
On that note, HAPPY CHRISTMAS!
Posted by biondino at December 31, 2002 03:30 PM"indies boys are neurotic. makes my eyes bleed. tight black pants exotic. some bluffing is what i need. hey, i'm startin' to feel okay. lucky number nine, hurray! bloody-marry mother o'god. grandpa's on the hobby-horse again. damped, broken pants chefings. i'm runnin' out of ethnic friends, but...hey, i'm starting to feel okay. lucky number nine, hurray!"
Posted by: Marcus on April 22, 2003 08:19 PM