i suppose i'll postpone my canonisation.

on the way home last night, i was turning around the s-bends two minutes away from my house when i saw a creature - a small boy? - huddled up on the side of the street. this particular stretch of road is surrounded by bush and trees and that is no place for little boys, what with the boy-eating lizards and wild suburban boars that only come out at night. i hastily (and fairly dangerously) turned around in the closest street and went back to save him. if it had been a film, the only thing that i would have added would have been some tyre-burning smoke and maybe a pair of unnecessary sunglasses.

slowly, as i approached this person sitting on the curb, the headlights began to dampen my heroism. this was not, in fact, a small boy dressed in rags who had been thrown out by his abusive parents, but a very very broody goth, with oversized doc martens, black lipstick, and holes in her clothing that were very much intentional. my cover being totally blown by this point, i hesitantly asked her if she was ok, to which she politely replied, "piss off." this is one more episode to contribute to the mounting evidence that i will never accumulate enough good karma to move into my own bedroom, for instance. or find a bra that supports, lifts, and solves world poverty.