I'm old and stuffy, as much as I'd like to be young fresh and inspiring.

Okay, not inspiring but I think you get what I'm talking about.

I'm the type whose gmail is in blue and white, because I'm used to it.

The type who is still using the old templates for blogger and was using internet explorer six until a year and a half or so back.

.....which is why I am flustered by the fact that my blogger post template has changed colour to blue instead of the usual um...(brown...?)colour.

My goodness, it is bothering me.

I instantly forgot everything I wanted to type when I saw the colour.

This is so flustering, so flabbergasting.

Yes I am flabbergasted.

Why is such a small thing flabbergasting me.

oh I never get a chance to use that word, do indulge me.

Tsch, things like these should not flabbergast me so much.

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.