I didn't realize until someone pulled a dumb prank on me involving unhappy smiley faces.

I don't like unhappy smiley faces.

Especially if they're for nothing.

I think the best prank you can pull is a counter prank, because it makes everything oh so epic.

Hmm, like if someone puts stuff into your drink and waits for you to drink it and they start laughing. You know that prank right?

The trick is to notice and look for that kiddish expectant reaction in their faces. Then pretend nothings wrong, start drinking and pretend to choke.

Highly effective

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.