as one of my favorite female TV character said...

Life sucks and then you die. And then it still sucks.
~George Lass, Dead Like Me

I do not have first hand experience with the second part of that sentence but I think it sums up pretty well the... unfairness and general.. suckiness? is that word? of the world. How do things work. Why would someone act like a tool. What do you need to survive in a world where everyone wants to stub everyone in the back. These are the $60-million-dollar questions, my friends (or random people who turned up here and are reading this page).

Bleak day today. Oh, it started well enough and then took a dive nosefirst. It just happens. You learn from it and move on. Bad mood and two ice-creams later, I still feel a void. It will pass with time. It must.

Some pictures to forget the clouds on the horizon that loom precariously close to my head..

Please, someone explain to me, for the love of everything that you hold dear, why would someone wear these. Why do they exist in the first place.

Classic and classy. Work it, baby.

Preposterous, quite frankly.

Adios!