Anyone else out there?

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I need to come out of my shell and just tell the truth about me.

I HATE christmas.

Nothing would suit me better than if it went the feck away and never came back.

Im tired of playing along, and I am sure I am not alone.

Im aware of hating it all year round, but when it comes close enough that plans have to be made - well - I just sort of spazz out.

Funnier still is that each year it seems to get worse....till here I am now...feeling backed in a corner and ready to bite anyone who comes near me and mentions it.

I mean, Im beyond mad about it, Im positively enraged by it.

I dont understand it myself. and I cant find a rational reason for it that is big enough to explain my way out of proportion reaction to it.

I dont want to deny my husband time with his family....but it just feels like Im betraying myself to continue to participate.

No one has to respond to this, I dont expect it and Im not inviting feedback - Im just getting it out there. Maybe others like me will appreciate the validation.

Why cant we just be good to each other and our fellow man all year round...without the need for cash and prizes?

Oculus Sinister, Self Portrait

My Oculus Sinister.

I am blind in my left eye, but with it I see that which is hidden.


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The right eye is called Oculus Dexter.

Goodbye Cruel World!

I have decided to eat a 800 gram box of bran, then lock myself in a small room with a box of matches.

Previously on this blog, I complained about developing diabetes. About two weeks after that, I finally got my chance to see a diabetes dietician, who explained to me how to control my blood glucose levels using the carbohydrate exchange system.

All well and good, a big adjustment to make, but well worth the effort. After all, who wants to go blind or start having toes off, right?

But for some reason today, all I want is chocolate covered cookies. Yes, yes, I could have ONE....but WHAT THE HELL GOOD IS ONE GONNA DO?

Can I get a witness?

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(Yes, this means it will be up to one year before my number comes up and I get one hand done...after that I can go on the list for the other.)

Im Fixing a hole...

...where the rain gets in,

and stops my mind from wandering,

where it will go......

Still in that place Ive been where I just dont want to talk.

Its the wierdest damn thing, but there it is.

We are all going to freeze to death, while starving in the dark. So get over it.

I cant find the actual ‘green paper’ itself to find out the facts for myself. I’ve seen a few newspaper articles that make various claims, and heard parts of whispered conversations that make it sound like we will all have to make a blood sacrifice for using lights in our homes at night.........I suspect this lack of reference has something to do with the timing (the Pope is in Sydney for his World Youth Day propaganda event)..........frustrating.....

I started this blog to have a personal dumping ground for my skewed opinions. Lately there’s just been so many ‘targets’ getting me torqued to the point that chest pains force me to throw my hands in the air, and go look at pictures of kittens jumping over rainbows till I feel better.

Thus: the post that follows this one is but a fragment, and the frequency of posting here is suffering impairment. Such is life.