I'm sorta-kinda-not-really back!

Hoookay. It's been a long time since I've blogged, and well, this site is really just a temp site for me to, y'know, get back in the grrrrrroooooove. I sure hope my writing skills ain't gone all rusty yet.

Whoa. One paragraph in and I'm hit with writer's block. Wonderful.

Erm... what to say? I guess I'd better explain myself. I'm a lazy perfectionist. Yes, a lazy perfectionist. Now, I'm sure most of you are completely bewildered right now. Lazy perfectionist? How is that even possible, you say? Well, let's break it down...

Perfectionist: One who obsesses over their work and insists that everything be absolutely perfect. Anything LESS than perfect would be completely unacceptable and downright humiliating. Usually hysterical, overly-sensitive and prone to depression. Suffers from superiority-inferiority complex.

Lazy: A bum. Slacker. Idles around doing nothing. Has no motivation and/or enthusiasm to get on with life.

Now, if you put two and two together, you'll get four and that's not just maths but proof that you either a) have no frickin' idea what you're doing or b) have the attention span of a dungbeetle. No, I have no idea exactly how long the attention span of a dungbeetle is, but I'm betting it's pretty damn short.

And I have absolutely no idea why I wrote the last paragraph and what relevance it has with anything. I'm sure it's of the utmost significance though. Otherwise I wouldn't have written it, would I? Maybe, like, years later I'll look back at my very first entry and see said paragraph and go, "Whoa! I must be, like, psychic! Now I know WHY I wrote that stuff! Neato!". I haven't the slightest clue what it's gonna be, but I can just FEEL the importance of it.

Right. Moving on.

Recap for those easily side-tracked: This has absolutely nothing to do with my being a lazy perfectionist, by the way.

Lazy Perfectionist: Someone who obsesses over creating the abso-frickin'-lutely PERFECT MASTERPIECE but is too lazy to do so. Hey, it takes a lot of time and commitment to be absolutely perfect, y'know. And I ain't gonna start a project until I'm positively sure I'll be able to see it through.

Just thinking about all the effort that'll have to go to it makes me tired. I think I'll go lie down and rest now.

Now you know why I haven't been blogging lately. Oh, and there are two crows fighting over my neighbour's rambutans right now. At least, I think they're crows. It's kinda hard to be sure since I don't have Superman vision or something. Maybe they're just black birds that kinda look like crows. Or maybe they're pigeons in disguise or something. Y'know, undercover pigeons, investigating who's been stealin' them rambutans. Hell, maybe they're stealing the rambutans and trying to pin it on crows. The possibilities are endless. But I'm pretty sure those are rambutans though. Unless it's some kinda mutated cherry tree. Those are some pretty big cherries then.

And I decided to blog this seemingly random bit of information because, damn, this is probably the only interesting thing I've seen through my window for like, forever.

Oh well, what the hell, they're gone now. Maybe I'm just delusional or something.