Buggering Off

Still need to do a decent blawg post about recent events. Today, however, is not that day. I'm heading down to Wellington in a few hours with some mates, whereupon I shall be staying at J and Cicipsychobunny's place over New Years. Apparently Rock Band is going to feature heavily.

I've been naval gazing a lot, cataloguing changes that must be made to make any kind of apologies or realisations about myself meaningful. There's this scene in True Blood where the fake voodoo lady challenges Tara to look at herself in the mirror and try counting to ten. If she looks away before reaching ten, then she reeeeeally doesn't like herself and should sort her shit out.

It wasn't until after seeing this that I realised I'd been avoiding my own reflection in the mirror when using the bathroom. How sad is that. Turns out silly pop psychology used by fictional scam artist voodoo women has some small basis in reality. Who knew?