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Lately I have not been at peace with myself, hence the lack of blog posts.

There's an awful lot going on in my mind but every time my fingers skim the surface of the keyboard, I start thinking, "What if he/she/they reads this?" and all that freaky shit and it's enough to put me off blogging.

B reads my blog. A few colleagues of mine reads my blog. Some of my best friends read my blog. And I feel even more pressured than ever not to open up the next can of worms because someone, somewhere out there might just take offense and (this is the part I hate the most) throw it back at me.

I am NOT a tolerant person by nature. In fact, I love having things done MY way. I'm naturally a ME!ME!ME! girl. Give me an inch, I'll take a 100 miles (or until someone blows up). But thanks to a few even more intolerant ex-bfs, I learned tolerance the hard way. It's not something I particularly enjoy, but it is a trait (along with tact and patience) that I admire in other people.

Anywayyyyyyyyy, I have been rotting my brains on South Park (Season 11) lately. Is it me, or has the humour quality slipped a few notches? Nothing is extremely funny anymore and if it is, it's more likely because it evolves something really lame and crude. Miss Thongs transferred a season's worth of Heroes into my hdd, but it's still with her so I haven't had the chance to check it out yet. Another colleague of mine passed a stack of Nip/Tuck dvds to me but I'm not really into watching plasticky pseudo-surgeons in action. Which brings up the question WHY IS IT SO DAMN HARD TO OBTAIN HOUSE MD DVD BOX SETS? Doesn't anyone else except me enjoy watching the oh-so-brilliant Hugh Laurie piss an entire hospital off? He's a genius and his evil sarcasm makes him extremely hot (and fuckable).