my stuff
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an entry about the meaning of life
Life has a funny way of twisting and turning don't you think? Just when you think 'ah, that's it. I'm finally at the point that I'm supposed to be at' along comes some fucking random scenario that pushes and pulls you in totally ludicrous directions, challenges you, forces you to THINK about things when that's the last thing you want to do and all the time just generally throwing many, many spanners into the works as you go about your normal, every day business.
Fuck.
As you may have gathered from my last entry, my life is upside down, round about, back to front, all fucking over the shop. In some ways it's great - I'm loving it and I'm learning things about me that I never knew - which is surprising at 31, but I should know this by now. In other ways, I look back at my life of a few months ago and hanker after the simplicity.
Of course none of this will make any sense to YOU because you don't know what the fuck I'm talking about. And I would tell you what it's all about but I know better than that.
I have a friend who always said to me "Heeland Lass, don't you fucking rest on your laurels" (I feel the need to interject here and say that she's Irish, so feel free to read this out in a terrible Dublin accent); "Cos sure as fucking shit, as soon as you get comfy somethings going to come along and spike you up the arse". The truth is - she's totally right. Maybe that's what life really is all about - a series of random arse spikings.
Now I tell you what - my diary doesn't get more profound than that does it?
10:12 pm - 15 July 2006
