Contrary to what I've said in my previous entry, I don't think I'm a raving lunatic just yet because 1. there's no full moon tonight (or at least not that I can see from my pathetically small bedroom window) and 2. if I'm really as deranged as I claim to be, I don't think I would even bother to proof-read my entries to correct any grammatical boo-boos I might have made.
Okie. So that's one revelation down; I'm obsessed about my blog and whatever goes in it. The second revelation I've gleaned about myself is that I'm far too narcissistic (did I spell that right??) for my own good... and you need only to look at my blog banner above for the evidence. Yep, that's REALLY me and I must confess, I dont think my profile is that great to look at... anyone care to recommend me to the producers of Extreme Makeover??? That would be really something, wouldnt it?? Having my sob story and insecurities about my physical imperfections splashed all over the tube for evryone to see... NOT~!! Third revelation for the night; my egoistic self sometimes gets the better of me. But trust me, I've had more than my fair share of lessons in humility already...
I think Fate, God or whatever Divine presence out there that predetermines our destinies, has a quirky sense of humor. Much like myself I guess... I'm sure I'd make one helluva angel. muahaha. Oh well, it sucks to be a mortal but I guess an eternal life would be too much for me to handle; I cant stand monotony! I could never stick to a certain schedule for very long... I think I'm just too rebellious. OR perhaps just too ill-disciplined?!? Whatever the case, before I start making any more heretical remarks, I guess I'd better end my entry soon...
By the way, wouldnt it be something if I could spend my eightieth birthday skydiving off an airplane??? But then, I don't think I would ever have such a privilege since pigs would fly first before I should ever have a reputation comparable to that of Mr George Bush Sr. I expect I'd spend the eighth decade of my life playing chess in a decrepit old folks' home somewhere. That is, if a stroke or other complications of hypertension (which runs in my family) doesnt send me to my grave first... Nevertheless, if a fellow ex-president just passed away less than a week before, at least I won't be so quick to engage in such inane acts of celebration. I mean, it is abit impertinent ain't it???
*yikes*... morbid thoughts, away with thee!!
