Rant

BBC News in the morning, just never fails to set me off for the day with a huge sense of Gloom and Doom. Father Weather of course, does his part, Keeping the taps in the sky on; and together, me and the retarded-broken-curved umbrella made the wet trudge to my car. Ahh, the musky smell of Dismal mornings.

Then i reached my car, and i realised, that there is no possible way- save using a Harry Potter-esque spell- to get into a car, without getting wet. None, Zilch, Zero. You cannot get into a car, while holding an open umbrella, without getting some part of you, and the inside of your door wet! It just doesn't Exist.

And that is how i conveniently forgot, that a bomb went of in Algiers, near a UN building, killing about 20 people. Ahh, Its Good to be Human, A hundred can be dead, but Liverpool making it through to the Champions League Knock out Stage, thats the REAL news!!

Eruct

And what do you know. Its the last month of the 2007th year since they started counting years. One year's worth full of whining, writing, drinking, reading, jumping, drinking, footballing, drinking, hiding, Hospitaling, all kinds of -ings. And with their help, an entire year of ings have come to pass.

Honestly, it all seems a blur. A mesh of dark weekends, and white-washed-wall weekdays. Couple that with a hazy memory, a lethargic aversion to recollection, and lots and lots of Bottles on the wall, and i've come to this pivotal apogee, this quintessential abridgment, for the assemblage of 365(thereabouts) days past....

*BURP*

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