Taking a moment
Right now, I’m really happy. I am also a fuckwit.
I am a fuckwit because I get nervous about admitting that I’m happy . It’s as though, if I actually say the words aloud, it will somehow draw my happiness to the attention of some mystical being who has a really twattish grudge against me (probably because a) my hair’s way fucking cooler than theirs and b) I don’t believe in their existence) and that they will somehow reap vengeance upon me by turning things to shit.
I’m not a pessimist or anything, quite the opposite. It does, however, seem that I have an innate ability to worry. In an ideal world, this would mean that I was always annoyingly skinny. Living life on my nerves and all that jazz; but life, even when it’s brilliant, is just not that kind. Worrying makes me fatter. I don’t need to be any fatter. In fact I’m trying to get less fat, so there’s reason No.2 to stop the worrying about being happy.
Sometimes though, I give myself a swift (metaphorical) kick in the nads and tell myself to stop being such a cockweasel, and just be glad for what I’ve got. And I am. Annoyingly so, probably. I could pretend I was sorry about that, but frankly I’m too busy doing the Happy Dance to worry about people being annoyed about my big, ridiculous, smiley face.
So there you go. I’ve said it. I am happy.
(Rumours that I am currently partaking of several, farcical, surperstitious, “luck bringing” activities are totally unfounded by the way 
The boy, the roof garden, the view & the moon
And oh yeah, I’m blogging again & shit.
Congrats on being happy. It’s a lovely feeling.
Thanks Rob. It’s pretty amazeballs indeed. Hope Life of No-Brian is treating you well
Apart from me continually poking the wound (by accident) Life of No-Brian is very good thank you
Good news. But stop poking it *slaps wrists*
Good to see you blogging again – missed it! Long may it (and the happy times) continue
Thanks Colin
good…happy for you….then again if I had hair like yours I’d be a jovial bunny all the time….actually if I had hair I’d be delighted…ho him and all that
Fair play mrs. I’m as suspicious of the kharma gods as you, they take every opportunity to slap you in the face for misguided hubris.
Fuck having to admit it, just be happy (though it is nice to hear) – long may it continue!