Template
I've been thinking about what to do with the template for this blog. I quite like the basic idea for this one, but it needs a little tweaking. I feel perfectly happy with it until I go and read some other peoples blogs. I just looked at Utopia's and its so darn spiffy that this one looks like a three year-old's crayon composition by comparison. But she is just generally brilliant with a brain the size of new mexico. Kudos for Utopia: Please insert here! Ahem, where was I....
Life has been alright for the past week. I've been pretty much happy, my liver has been behaving and the cat hasn't tried to kill me thus far. So I suppose I can't really complain -- but I will complain.
My mother wants to move to Bulgaria.
Bulgaria? By the Gods, she is crazy - Why?? Why Bulgaria?? She has never even been to Bulgaria!! I went to school with two guys from Bulgaria - Martin and Boris Pavlov. They were pretty nice. Except for Boris' habit of crashing his Dad's newest flashy car. As a side note, my mum taught Martin Pavlov how to read when he was in primary school. But! This tells her nothing about Bulgarians!! Gods, She's mad. The nasty part is that I really, really, really want her to go.
Bugger off.
Dissapear.
Sod away to the other side of the world and fucking STAY THERE.
Okay. For those who don't know, from that even, my mum and I don't really get on very well sometimes. Or ever. She's a bitch queen from hell. I blame all my neuroses on her, she screwed up my childhood and one day I will sue her for the price of years worth of therapy. But I love her anyway. Shes my mama after all ;)
Anyways, enough babble for now.... back to pondering about my template. I'll just try not to look at any of Utopia's blogs. Or I'll only have to come back here and praise her again, bah humbug. (I love you really Utopia, but by the Gods - your too good!!! :P)