I swear facebook is unhealthy for social etiquette.

Maybe I just don't like his face or the fact that he made absolutely no sense at all.

Or just the fact that he contravened the hidden rules of the slightly irrelevant and illogical discussion I was having with my friend albeit in a public place.

And by bulldozing his way into the conversation he threw an insult at me that he probably found funny.

I thought it made no sense at all and it spoiled my fun.

Yeah I don't like his face.

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.