bleagh!

I reckon I have been hit with the most dire of afflictions- writer's block! (and I think it was Shakepreare who said that, so yeah even that is not original!) I want to write about everything and nothing at the same time. I can't for the life of me come up with anything remotely close to "flowery phrases" and for some bizzare reasons, I've lost the sudden ability to come up with brilliant one-liners, worthy of sales pitches! What is wrong with me?! I'm loosing my sharp whit and sarcastic edge.

Hmm...perhaps I should go away and get inspiration...I hope whatever "it" is, it comes back to me soon-ish so I can write again. I don't claim to be a good writer but I reckon it's palatable =)

"All of my life,

in every season;

YOU are still God,

I have a reason

to sing..."

I Feel...

...like a solo cello outside a chorus playing ever so gracefully, the song of the stars.

I'm so not a poet. Hah!

You know what gets me angry?
Pregnant mothers who smoke; People who complain about what they don't have but can't be bothered to want to get it themselves; Mothers who nag at their kids to get a job as soon as they step out of the university. Really, it's not like they're not trying...times are tough and jobs aren't exactly whisking past you.

Random, random thoughts. Man, I need to pick a feeling and stick to it!