I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Blogging on the go
I have resisted getting a blackberry for sometime - even after two of my phones were stolen and the third got water logged from carnival 2009. But alas I gave in to the allure, the pressure, I'm a puss damn it. So I will be getting one next week so I figured I'll get a jump on using this very versitile phone, so I'm blogging from Sophie's blackberry, I think I could get use to this.
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