24.03.2009 - 4:41 p.m.

It's no wonder we're all confused, messed up and generally fucked over. You can't move for 'peers' and mostly lazy fucking journalists making shit up to fill column inches so they can put the lid on another days pointless printing to justify their wage before sloping off early to the pub to get slaughtered for that nights entertainment.

here's some headline shit from the beeb

First we have actually, wine's ok for you, go on, have a drink you deserve it followed by paniiiiiic we're all going to die.

Another thing that really slags my fuck is the continued omnipresence of the belief that - thin = confident / popular / attractive / successful

This has led to more angst and suicide in teenagers than is necessary (all teenagers are angsty, it goes with the territory. What no-one tells them is that once you hit early twenties the angst mostly evaporates under the full heat of adulthood) I too was angsty, wrote dark poetry, mulled excessively on matters which probably didn't deserve that much mulling, and generally tore myself up a bit. Once i'd left home, got a job and joined the human race it became clear that the previous years amounted to fuck all. I disagreed with my parents on pretty much everything, they weren't especially happy with my school reports or drug taking, the old line "not while you're under my roof you won't" rang out on more than one occasion, no problem, i left home, everything's peachy now.

For all the women out there, here's a short list from the depths of my brain of people who are confident, popular, attractive and successful and most importantly, not stick thin, bony waif-like zero's

Sophie Dahl
Beth Ditto
Dawn French
cont....

The actual list is very much longer, but i'd have to research it, the basic thrust is don't hang everything on your size, if someone's being a superficial twat to you then fuck them off, this is especially true if you're below 20. The fact remains that most people do not remain in contact with all their school friends, especially if you leave the area and go somewhere interesting, just the good ones get filtered out and they last for ever, and for the most part once you go to university or get a job it becomes clear how worthless the whole school/college image thing really is. It's great being a thirtything, all the benefits of a credit rating and your own house but still immature enough to enjoy it.

This bit is for another dland person who has their notes option switched off, sometimes we need some perspective to keep in mind what's important to us.

here's a pic of the wedding cake J and i chose, we both loved it when we saw it at a wedding fair thingy

It was delicious

This came direct from the masters at Hockley's cakes in the UK, everything on it was edible and we did, it was one part super moist, alcoholic fruit cake and two parts sublime chocolate fudgy loveliness (or the other way around i can't remember now).

The guy at Hockley's makes a good living from making cakes, we paid just under a thousand US dollars for this one and it was worth it. If you're smart you can make money from doing the things you love, the tricky part is getting to the point where your parents opinions don't matter to you, and they either give up trying to enforce their view of what they think you should be doing, or you prove that what you want to do is equally valuable.

There's already too many accountants on this planet, do you really think that by spending five years doing accountancy (or some other labour intensive, button down job) you'll be making yourself happy, and the rate at which banks are tanking at the moment you're much better off doing something interesting with a wage you can live on than a job you hate with a giant paycheck.

Unless your parents have plans to live off your earnings when they're old and whiffy, in which case you better disappoint them now and let them get over it, it's then that you get to see what they're really like, if they can harbour a grudge because you didn't live up to their expectations then fuck 'em. When you reach your death-bed, the only person you are responsible to for your life up to that point is you, not your parents, or the minister, or the gunnery sargent or (insert name of relevent god/deity here).