It's funny how you think you have a flair for word-making, phrase-uttering and complete control over the dreaming realm, until you find somebody else's work that simply blows you to bits. I've realised my stuff is nothing compared to the greats, or the almost-greats, or even the semi-greats. I'm mediocre at best, unintelligible at times. That's just life. i'll probably have to work on the vocab, twirl those grammars and practice my 'Ths'.. it's sad.

Realised I am not very suited for the telephone consultant field. No, I can give counsel, but it's whether the counsel is suited for all the suicidees that scares me.

Suicide dumbass: I er... wanna kill myself.
Me: Is that right? Ok pls hold...

Suicide dumbass: I wanna jump off a building.
Me: That's not good! Don't do that!
Suicide dumbass: I shouldn't kill myself?
Me: No! Well... don't jump off, it's messy! What if you don't die? You could be paralysed!

Suicide dumbass: I'm thinking of cutting my wrists.
Me: YOU WUSS!!!! If you wanna die, stab yourself many many times you loser!

Suicide dumbass: I wanna kill myself.
Me: Don't do that. Do you know how much money it would take to get the police around, ambulance team and to bloody bury you? No... do me a favour, do society a favour and burn yourself. Cremate yourself! Becomes ashes! You're going to hell anywaes, so might as well feel it before-hand. Plus, it's easier to clean up and doesn't cost as much.

As you can see, I've thought this through. Pray that I don't enter the consultancy field, or we would have many more dead people. Or less. Depending on how they take my advice.

Btw, Escaflowne music rocks.

That said, i'm off to watch porn, or sleep... whichever comes first.