when I read the title I thought: “It’s ZoltarStark’s turn to post… might skip it”. But I decided to stick it out and realised, after a few sentences that screamed they were written by you and the fact that you mentioned ZoltarStark in the third person, that it was one of your posts.

I’ve been feeling sorry for myself this afternoon for who knows what reason. The book I’m reading at the moment isn’t the happiest one (”Nineteen minutes” by Jodi Picoult), albeit brilliantly written, and the song I’m listening to whilst I read your post and now write a reply, even though beautiful, is slightly depressing (”The wish” by Josh Canova). I’ve been working on a project that is doing my head-in and every now and then I just feel like throwing it out the window, but the cold and wind out the window make me do otherwise, for I really don’t want to go outside to pick it up…

As you can see, you’re not the only one that can ramble… Where was I?

So I was reading your post and thinking: “See? The world is not this awesome place everyone wants you to think it is. They make you choose your life’s quality according to the money you have, the status you hold…”; and I’m guessing this wasn’t quite the aim of your post, but on a dark day, there’s always ways one can make it darker.

And then, I read your sentence “The remote is more temperamental than a Chihuahua…” and I burst out laughing.

Now here is the aim of MY post: I just had to tell you that your words make some people the happiest people in the world; for in one sentence you can transform a bad day into a fairly good one.

I shall now have dinner and go to bed so I can have a good-night-sleep and allow myself to feel silly about this reply tomorrow. But for now, here it is.

Love you sis.