Who belongs to this fish?

I'm just going to feel a little sorry for myself now. It's necessary I think, every now and then to victimise yourself as completly as you can and then later, when you feel a little more honest to say, what bullshit darling.

There are several big things planned this year - a trip to Wales, road trips, Hunter Valley weekends, pj parties at the movies and of course obligatory sleepovers at my place. So why do I want to run away so fast everytime someone mentions any of these?

That's not positive you say.

I can see several outcomes for all of these things we've planned - by we I mean various friend groups and myself. Some are pleasant and others not so - I suppose they ned to be attempted before they are determined, right.

This makes no sense to anyone who isn't me, right? Right. Ah well, I'll have to leave this pity party for now and publish what I had come here to do.

Smile, folk, it's what I encourage.