INTRODUCING KITTY THE MACBOOK

I made the switch over to a shiny new white Macbook last Sunday. One week in to using this darling machine, I am beyond happy with it. She’s an absolute beauty and puts my poor old Asus laptop (otherwise known as The Windows Craptop) to shame.

I haven’t properly used a Mac since my uni days back in 1997 and  I’m kicking myself for not jumping on the bandwagon back then. I’m still trying to get the hang of a few things – namely keyboard shortcuts and the whole diskimage install/drag to the trash business but overall, I’m loving how easy and userfriendly Mac OS X is. I can’t wait to get my mitts on Snow Leopard.

BAD (EX) BOYFRIEND

Yet another relationship gone down the toilet and it’s made me even more cynical than before. I would honestly love to sit and write a dozen paragraphs about failed relationships but meh…

To all my darling male readers, if you’re going to end a relationship, please don’t do it via voicemail mesage. It’s not cool. It’s actually quite cowardly and you’ve demonstrated that you lack a set of testicles.

I’ve got no time for cowards or guys who think that’s it’s all well and good to use a person and then dump them like a sack of shit. Grow up, grow some balls and DO NOT cross my path if I’ve had a little too much rakija because I’ll get all northside rhymes on your arse.

SOMETHING TO CHEW ON

Do any of you out there have a fear of being alone, even though you class yourself as a loner? I’ve been personally pondering this very thought for a while.  I’ve spent the majority of my life in an alone type state (i.e: only child, very few friends, socially awkward….the list goes on…). I’m used to being a loner but my biggest fear is spending the rest of my life alone. The majority of  folk in my real and virtual social circles are partnered up with and without kids.

At almost 32 years of age, I feel like my use by date has well and truly gone. With strands of grey hair becoming more and more visible, laugh lines with dreaded crows feet and a body that is reminiscent of a badly drawn cartoon character, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will probably spend the rest of my life as a loner.

It honestly depresses and scares the living daylights out of me. Above all, it hurts…