...And now I'm even vainer about my hair, damn me. It's beautiful *and* healthy. Neiner. *tries to look generally superiour* *ends up merely looking annoying* *kicks herself*

People are annoying the piss out of me lately. Well, no not at all. Talking about people being stupid is annoying the piss out of me. I don't have petty fights with my friends. I don't arbitrarily decide that I'm bored of being friends with people and then talk about it behind their backs. I do a lot of stupid things, but I'm forgiving and I try to understand, and I apologise when it's my fault. If there's any area in which I'm mature, it may be that. But damnit... gaargh. Why can't my friends get along? Obviously my unerring good taste proves that they're good people and therefore they all should like each other. Yeeaaah.

Why is it that poking fun at idiots is funny? I'm sometimes disappointed in myself for finding it funny when others skillfully pick apart some dipstick... but I've heard decent justifications for why it's alright. I just don't remember them. But humour could be such a golden, gleaming, untarnished thing. It doesn't have to be pointed at others. But... Aie, I sway this way and that on this issue depending on mood. I'm feeling all self-righteous or whatnot just now because a) I don't ever pull off that sort of humour (or most sorts of humour) and b) I just read what Douglas Adams had to say on the topic of humour and I'm in that annoying mode that comes afterward. My apologies. Meanwhile, this is all just because I'm trying to straddle the line with regards to a few people. They are indeed annoying as hell. I'll admit that. But pissing people off isn't likely to make them more interesting, less stupid, or generally friendlier. Maybe you could drive them off, but it somehow isn't the solution I'd hope for. But still... "Experts agree! You're retarded." It's just funny. Maybe it would be funny if it were pointed at me. Hmm.

I've been taking random walks lately. Yesterday was a huge hour and twenty minute wandering, today was shorter. I walked around the neighbourhood next to mine. I don't really know it at all, but it has a bunch of circles in it, and you generally can't get too lost since it's bounded by a highway, a major turnpike and another decently major road. It was fun, though, walking without aim and realising I had no shimmering, shiny clue as to where the heck I was. Walking in circles tends to make one (or maybe just me) lose sense of direction. So I walked along from ten to ten thirty randomly while singing Fiddler on the Green. It was great. I just wish I didn't sound like an opera singer.

Today I decided that my purpose in life (if it can be believed that I have one) is to itch more than anyone and anything else on the face of the planet. Grrr. I need more hands.
posted by Unknown at 10:21 PM