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| Hells_Bells |
"Remember when that bird came in through the window? It pooed on my Crunchy Nut Cornflakes"
Have you ever uttered a sentence (or two), and wondered if anyone else in the world has ever said the same thing?
Luckily for me it was a bird of the feathery kind. My cack-adorned Crunchy Nut Cornflakes didn't exactly feel the same way...or I would imagine them not to at least. If they could talk, I'm sure they would have protested.
Those mathematical geniuses, (genii? genium?)...clever people will notice this is my 12th blog...in 12 months. Hoorah for me, it's my IC birthday! Bring in the cavalry carrying the jelly and ice-cream.
Yes, it's precisely a year since I took the what I then thought was a courageous step into the heady world of IC. In that time, I've learnt a lot, and even taught a bit. I've been trolled til I want to vomit, and honed up my troll-fighting skills. I've spent a disturbing amount of time in the IC chatroom debating deep and complex subjects including vibrating pussies, feminism and which is better: custard or cream? (custard). I've pimped asses via weblog in a voting frenzy. I've mused online at fights and love stories. I've read weblogs that made me laugh til I almost shat, and a few that made my eyes go leaky. I've stalked a number of blogs, and have a few online nemesises (nemeses?, nemesisses?)...mortal enemies, none of whom know who they are, but it's fun to not like them. I've played with some wonderful people and had all manner of lexically amusing safewords. I've dumped and been dumped, and worse than that, dumped, then had them convinced they were the one who dumped me. Pfft. Typical.
But above all, I've met some cracking people, both online and offline.
There are people who give me inspiration and motivation to do what I want to do..
People who've let me rant at them, who've listened, given advice and been genuinely happy for me when I've found happiness.
People who don't mind me turning up to the pub late.
People who embarass me in Starbucks.
People who keep me company in the chatroom at obscene hours in the morning (and always ensure I get hugs).
People who offer a shoulder to cry on, and a kick up the arse when I need it.
People who've taught me more about myself than I ever could have learnt by myself.
People who've supported me, even when my judgement was more than a little cloudy, and been there to forage through the fallout and recover the pieces.
People who've got me horribly addicted to American Idol.
...and best of all, a lovely irish pirate who appears to have captured my heart in a most delicious manner.
Saying that, I've also met some right numpties, but thankfully they seemed to get absorb my "leave me alone please" vibes. Either that, or they breathed down my neck. Ew.
The point of this blog? I dunno really. Mostly to say thanks to those of you who've touched me in one way or another (anyone for a double entendre?), a little to keep up with my one blog a month average, a bit to pass the time before heading to the station tomorrow, and maybe a small bit of curiosity - wondering if anyone else has ever had their Crunchy Nut Cornflakes doused in crap.
Edited Thu 30 Mar 06, 10:13 PM by Hells_Bells
