Lean on your elbows and drag down the duvet

 

The moment one becomes far too cool for the daily habits of a 14yrold, they will neglect all subscribed 'deardiary' sites and proceed to wear make-up, much more expensive than the day before.

Then we are eventually reminded that we were never, and will never, be cool. And that it is much better that way.

Such a no-matter discovery is particularily warmly received, since all the cool people I've met are wankers.

At least being uncool gives us a slight chance of being... well, un-wanker-esque. But of course, it is no guarantee.

I'm going to have a go at being self-disciplined in the vague hope of generating actual representations of brain vomit, in the wonderful world of the web, on a regular basis.