Attatched To A Mad Mans Wallet

I am good. Trailing along.

I duno, I felt like blogging, but I never have anything I feel like saying.

Probably is a good thing, means either things are getting better, or I am becoming better at expressing whats wrong, or such. Either works.

I am very tired.

wow, myspace is weird.

I need some nice new music to listen to. Something relaxing and sweet and stuff.

hhmm.

Sometimes I really hate people.

The people who are talking out there arse. Good god, they annoy the crap out of me. Those selfish people, with all the answers. Gah. Guilt trippers. I hate, guilt trippers. They take the cake for annoying me. Using other peoples good sides against them. How low do you need to go. Or even, those people who push the blame onto somebody else. they rightly piss me off.

I am not that angry, but i am tired and irritable. Plus, there are certain things that can get me rallied up.

I had a real point that I actually was trying to reach, but I can't remember what that was. or do i. .. No, I really can't.

I think i would like some universal happiness. No selling of children for the sex industry. No penniless baggars starving in the middle of cities. No backyard human butcher shops. No alcoholic dad, slapping up his wife, infront of his kids. Gah.

I want to be a superhero. That would be fun. To an extent. Otherwise, it would be very up lifting, to have done something good.

I could ramble some more. But I am tired.

Love Love xx