as positive as it gets

in an unprecedented and frankly quite uncomfortable act, i have something positive to say for once. sort of. i can't promise anything of course. but i'll try.

today i received a package in the mail. the package contained 2 books. the first book was 'leviathan' by paul austen. the second was 'johnny panic and the bible of dreams' by sylvia plath.

the package was sent by a new friend, a friend i have made through this crazy little thing called blog.

this package - or more the kindness of its sender - has put a smile on my ever-scowling face and made a very difficult week that little bit easier for me.

i'll admit that i was a bit worried that i had given my address (my work po box that is, i'm not a complete moron) to a crazy psycho weirdo perevert who was going to send me pickled rats tails and blood-soaked pubic hair.

i'll also admit that my suspicions have not totally disappeared yet (come on, it's sylvia plath after all). and that i have advised this lady to hunt him down and remove his maleness should i mysteriously vanish anytime soon.

but considering that the books are quality choices which arrived with neither animal nor genital parts, i am willing to accept that my new friend's intentions are pure and non-homicidal. for now.

i think i might also have to make sex with him now as promised.

we'll see.