Once More, With Feeling

I haven't really been feeling the whole blog vibe lately, have reverted back to the ways of our forefathers and made use of pen and paper. Completely un-techy and conducive to wrist ache. But I have some time on my hands this morning (well, by "time on my hands" I naturally mean "felt like slacking off") so thought I'd post something...anything.

It seems that perhaps my blog was originally about complaining about...well...everything. I'm not really struggling to make any sense of my life - I seem to have settled into a calm comfortable place that only calls for the occasional hissy fit. Ok, reading through that I realise that I sound like a drugged up zombie; kidnapped by the government and subjected to mind control so that I become a maniacal killer as soon as I hear the special password.

I'll snap out of that, shall I?

So. What's been happening with me...Obviously everyone thinks that their own life is uninteresting (well, with the obvious exclusion of Britney Spears who clearly thinks that the magic bubbles in her vodka and coke are whispering the secrets of Atlantis to her) so I'm not sure where to start. Still with New Guy who really isn't so new anymore but an absolute sweetie nonetheless. Still work for the Company who continue to take the proverbial piss so I'm actually actively looking for alternative employment. Have moved to my own little place - a small one-bed apartment all my own. Dirty dishes be damned! Manky floors - so what? It's great.

'Twas my birthday a week ago and I had a really fun party at the bowls club - because that's how I roll, homey. It was interesting to put a whole lot of different groups of friends together in one place and see them get on and meet one another and get partying. It was a blast and I got some choice gifts as well. Had the most fun putting together a birthday CD with all the hits from 1982 (year of our lady's birth) to 2007. Had to combine some truly special 80's classics with the embarrassing 90's pop that we all know and love (Ice Ice Baby, anyone?).

And so this has been my first week of being 25. I'm a grown-up now. I should be investing in property and having dinner parties and wearing mink stoles or something. Wait...sorry...I just jumped back in time to the 1930s. It seems that my generation are taking the longest to settle down and actually do those things - everyone's so restless, so acutely aware that there may be something better out there - be it in our careers, our relationships or our finances. Personally, I blame reality television - giving hope to the countless untalented plebs in the world who actually believe that they might have some divinely alloted gift that could deliver them from the hell of their mediocrity, like the hand of God plucking them straight out of their trailer park and repositioning them in their Hollywood Hills mansion. And my favourite part of all these shows is when the winner gushes about how they always knew that they were destined for greatness - like anyone would actually admit that they're completely shocked that they haven't ended up as an assistant fry cook at Uncle Jumbo's Chicken Emporium.