Perhaps, people would understand each other better,

and feelings would be expressed meaningfully.

But if I were to tell you exactly how I felt,

word for word, for each emotion seeping through my veins-

"You are beautiful, you are the speck that floats around in my mind all day, the only one I don't ever want to rid of. A word from you lightens my day, lifts my spirits and sorrows, but of course, in the metaphorical way. I hope some day we'll be like the people in the photos, the ones that interlace their fingers and lie in beds with skin to skin, thoughts adrift and afar. You are lovely. I plan to marry you someday."

- would that be just too much for you to take?

So maybe, we were created just perfectly imperfect,

with tongue twisters and stumbled words,

because all our fragile, old minds can take is:

"I, urhm, like, wait, no, want, uhrm, to, like...you?"

It has been 5 days since I've officially turned a year older,

and yes, the presents are still pending from you.

Hugs and kisses I owe you plenty,

and also some updates about this nonsensical life.

I have watched Misfits and love it. The plot, characters and definitely the accents. Lauren Socha is rockin' the chav, and Robert Sheehan is the reason why I added 'curly hair guys' to the list. Iwan Rheon is so awkward and lovely. And marble white. This series is probably the best I have watched so far, in terms of entertainment and authenticity.

Since my last update, about a month? ago, I have been spending my computer time on Nancy Drew, the animated computer game series. Highly addictive, I must tell you. And quite educational, too. Although, I must say, I never quite fancied Nancy's voice.

I have been wondering through life so far, still searching for the actual person I am and want to be. I have to be silly and upset over small things sometimes, so please bear with me.