Today I am the most sensitive person on earth.
Honest. I keep tearing up. It's getting sappy. And really annoying.

I've come to realise that the most important things around are your family and friends. Now I knew this before, but it always takes a scare or two (!) to make me remember that. How sad is that?

I'd become the epitome of yuppie scum. I drive my foreign car. I work in management. I own a loft. I drink Heiniken. I sometimes call my friends. I sometimes call my family.

With all the crazy life changing things that have gone on recently, I realised that things have got to change.

Those who know me are gonna hear from me a hell of a lot more. I love you fuckers. And I'm gonna tell you that. Over and over again until you finally get fed up and/or freaked out and end up having to change your phone number and possibly move or get a restraining order against me. But until that happens, consider this your warning.

I'm gonna stop waiting to hear from you. I'll call/email/send cards more often. I'll stop bitching about how my friends/family/cats are being lame (well, maybe not the cats). I'll give out more hugs and less dirty looks.

Welcome to the new, caring, mondo sensitive moi!
And yes, I still FUCKING hate my job, so none of the above applies to Weasel Central.