I can’t log into my own blog, I had to register as a lowly guest poster. How stupid is that? How stupid is it that I asked how stupid is that? In that form, which I find REALLY annoying. Do I want confirmation that I’m stupid? Or do I really not know..

I hope nobody takes my little ramblings too seriously. I often wonder how my words come across to others who happen to wander over this way. Probably not the way I intended them. Maybe I should try a voice entry at one stage, you’ll know what I’m going on about after that.

Right so, how many entries across the blogging nexus start with apologies for not updating, for not being around, for neglecting their blogs? A hell of a lot that’s how many. So I’m not going to say that at all. Even though technically I just did, without actually saying it. Heh. But I’m not sorry so It’s ok

I went to see Harry last week. Potter that is, I know no other Harry. Most impressed. Wish I hadn’t have been so damn tired though. I was struggling to keep my eyes open at the end and now I can’t work out whether the plot was as messed up as I think it was or whether I was crossing into some sort of Lucid Harry Potter dream state. I’ve heard others say that was its only fault so perhaps I was more awake than I figured.

Work is bugging me at the moment too. I don’t have a lot to do and I tend to fret if I don’t keep busy. Nothing like staring at the small hand of a large wall clock to make 8 hours turn into 16.

This entry really has no structure whatsoever. I’ve been having mobile problems lately. Seems I thought myself rather clever for memorising my phone number yet discovered today that I’ve been handing out the wrong one. Never guess your phone number without actually confirming. My parents were trying to call me all weekend on the wrong number. It’s funny now.

I’m so tired tonight. And It’s only Monday..

Where have all the good hats gone? I don’t mean these casual caps and beanies we wear today for absolutely no reason. I came across a gentleman today who stood out from the crowd as he swaggered along the sidewalk. He was a very stylish man, and not in the label of his clothes but in the cut and care he’d taken to look the part. To top off the ensemble he wore a very smart classic felt hat, Sinatra style I believe and I couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of respect for the man.

I love the classic styles. Where detail was important. Where an evening out was an occasion to get dressed up to the nines. The rich fabrics and the completely feminine style of the ladies. It’s all gone out the window these days.

A pair of jeans can be carried through from a casual day at the park, to shopping and then on to a classy evening out. Versatile maybe but where’s the fun in it anymore

Ok so It’s fairly obvious I’m not rushing to update this thing on a daily basis but I find, with so much going on in my life right now, It’s much more therapeutic to post when I want and not when I should. It’s a solid theory..

Today I came across a situation I never thought I’d have trouble with before. See I don’t really understand all this crap people go on with about ‘coming out of the broom closet’ Eh, It’s a horrible analogy to start with but this isn’t the time for me to be pedantic. So, I don’t like the term. There is no reason to hide what you believe in. If you do have a reason, then perhaps your sincerity in the path isn’t as strong as you might like it to be, but that’s just me, I have no concern over what people think.

That straight forward line became the ultra fuzzy line of doom today. Somebody at work asked me if I was into ‘Witchcraft’.

I said yes immediately of course. I added that Witchcraft wasn’t the basis of my beliefs and that the term pagan might more justly fit but all in all, I think my confirmations produced strange looks in all present. The conversation then turned to ‘How to get revenge on a boyfriend’ spells and how silly and childish it all seemed coming from them.

I was silent through it all and yet inside I wanted to scream. I’m concerned with the lack of acceptance. Should I be? No. I just thought I would mention that beyond all my strength, I still managed to feel pushed into the corner, tiny, irrational and alone.