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Wednesday, December 27, 2006
 
I wonder, I feel as if I've gotten to a point where I just don't want to care much about anything. It seems like everything is just so... mundane. That's bad. However did this mindset come about? I've no idea. I'm just sick of all the hoo-ha going on. I feel almost like an old jaded cynical hermit. What I seek, I do not find. Yet what I seek not, seems to constantly keep turning up at my doorstep. I can't help but be annoyed with all that life's cast my way, and disappointed with what it keeps away from my outstretched pleaing arm.

What am I? Nine? Quit whingeing Daph. Yet I can't help it.

Is it selfish of me to not want to bother with all the dramas happening around me at home? It just all seems so... trite. We've been through it before, and we're going through it again, al beit on a different scale. I'm not saying I'm perfect, but of all that's going on, everyone's got a part to blame and everyone's pointing a finger at someone. The folks think the bro's friend is spending too much time with us and sponging off us. He thinks he's not sponging cuz he treats us occasionally. Yet he's making himself tooooo much at home. That's the rough gist of it.
And then there's the brother. He's a piece of work. Basically he's so entrenched in his belief that he's the king of the world and anyone who tells him otherwise, he tells them to fuck off. Hence his friend count is zero. His only friend can't talk it anymore. I have to do something about it. Thing is, I've tried so many times in the past. I've just tired of trying, he's gotta wake up somehow. I'm not responsible for him. He's 26, for crying out loud!
So, the friend wants me to talk to the bro about his attitude, and the mum wants to me talk to the bro about placing his friends before his family and the friend's sponging off us, and that the bro's not getting younger and it's time to start socialising with not just that one friend. I mean, it's all seemingly trivial, but it's not. It feels like some fucking downward spiral. It's a vicious cycle, I swear. He pisses him off and he's pisses her off as a result and she gets pissed with him and everyone comes crying to me to vent. Venting's fine, it's healthy. But don't fuckig whinge. And don't all expect me to do someone. There's only one of me, and I can only do so much. Not to forget, I have my own life and troubles. Can't I just sit out? Please? It's not in my nature to handle misunderstandings and unhappy situations. I'm not cut out for handling such delicate affairs. Can't they just resolve things themselves? Am I being selfish?

Just give me my corner, that's all I ask for.

This is to us Bogge.

Can anybody find me somebody to love
Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody ooh somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love ?

~ Somebody to Love, Queen

But to end off on a not so depressive note, this is to us (again) Bogge

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world I'll turn it inside out - yeah
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now don't stop me
'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time

Don't stop me now I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm havin' a good time)
I don't want to stop at all

Yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control
I am a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb about to
Oh oh oh oh oh explode
~ Don't Stop Me Now, Queen

HAPPY TWENTY SECOND BIRTHDAY BOGGE!!!!!!!!!! Rock on! With or without a plus-one~!!!
You don't need an arm adornment!

 

 
   
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