Bonjour my fellow French fries!

I am hoping that this letter finds you in good health. Yet again I must confess that while I have completed a number of items that could be placed upon this lovely web site I have failed to do so from sheer laziness. If you pause a moment before grabbing your pitchforks and flaming torches I shall explain in more detail why I have been cursed with this affliction of laziness. It all has to do with a rather quaint notion, one commonly known to people as…work. I know, I too shudder at the implications of this terrifying word. Sadly this seems to be a part of the daily routine of many people, regretfully including yours truly. It is this terrible affliction that is the sole cause of my lethargy and thus the painful lack of brilliant work that you are accustom to feasting you eyes upon.

Now all that is a load of poppy cock, except for the few glimmers of truth such as, I’m simply lazy. I have no clue what to talk/write/type about now, the only reason that I did this is because the last entry was from January and seeing as I have not uploaded ANYTHING since that I thought I might surprise you all (I hope you don’t have a heart attack!) I certainly surprised myself I’ll tell you that!

Sometime last week I was struck with a sudden burst of clear thinking and I came up with this little notion about normality and weirdness…

To be weird is normal and normal is weird. Thus we are all weirdly normal…or normally weird…

The mind boggles, although it took me about a good hour of intensive relaxing…er I mean pondering to come to that conclusion and formulate that little sentence. Not that anyone I told grasped the sheer geniuses of my revelation. It seems I am to be forever to be misunderstood *dramatic collapse*

Well that’s about all really *stands up and dusts self off*… possibly I might get over my affliction enough to up load a picture or something, but don’t hold too much hope as laziness is a tenacious little thing.

I must love you and leave you!

Snow-flakes-falling

P.S I have no clue what half of that was about.

P.P.S (or is it P.S.S...humm) Anywho I’m a dramatic little cookie aren’t I!