I promised myself I'd be better at this..

Blogging. Sounds typical of gen Y. And yet so-o addictive.

The concept is fabulous. I used to go to school camps, with my journals packed away in my bags. I would hope that that bitch Holty* would find my diary and find out how absoloutely lonely I was. In Greer's fantasy world, this means that she would leave school, and hand me just two, of her dozen strong clique.

Point? oh yes. Its like having a diary that everybody can look at and perhaps take pity on me.

Segway: Pity. Love the idea. Somebody feels sorry for you, and you can jump three spaces. Doe eyes also help (see Michelle Phan)

*Holty - obviously not her real name. Like I needed to tell you!