Punch out fun

It'd be a good thing, i think, if i could shall we say introduce a certain person to my fists and possibly knee and forehead. Yes, i'm angry/annoyed/frustrated, but sometimes there really sin't anything you can do about the situations.

So you feel like causing bodily harm to someone instead.

I hate how things have happened. but que sera.


On other news, i've been thinking. You know I'd put down the pen (figurative of course, haven't actually held an ACTUAL pen in a long time.. and definately not voluntarily) save that the stories are still there. i still imagine scenes, characters, plots, quotes... it's just that the words don't flow anymore. I mean even when it comes to writing blogs, i don't want to whinge and bitch and whine and even more than that i don't want to make syself out to be some modern day confucious cos I sure as hell aint that. I've got no respect for people who try to be deep and only come off as being pretentious prats with nothing else to do.

Which explainsthe many aborted posts of late.

Writing... I still enjoy it honestly. I find that I like writing stupid things, or meaningful things, or just things in general. It's just that i've been finding of late less to say.

Maybe i'm getting old?

I'm wondering...
- whether family trends recur
... whether respect lost can be regained
... whether I'd have the heart to actually make good on my thoughts/words and beat someone. Actually focus my mind to the physical bodily harm of another human being. No matter how deserving they may be.
... whether i will find my muse again
... why the idea of dying still refuses to shut up. It's funny, it' just keeps offering itself as an alternative to having to live through the hard things in life.
... who God is trying to make me become....
... whether i can afford to have a 21st...


Questions questions, but i still don't have my answers