Thanks for being my toilet.

Yip toilette, WC, bog, shanks, fart-catcher. That thing that carries away all our shit and takes it... somewhere? Don't really need to know precisely where, do we? Well this little blog here is going to carry out the same function for me; suction off all my negative shitty thoughts and feelings and eject them into cyberspace sewers. That's the idea anyway, better out than in as they say. I really think it might work, and hopefully in the near future it might be for more than just siphoning away the crap. Maybe, just maybe it can also serve as a building block for positive creativity. Today, my sister wasn't having the greatest afternoon, in fact she was in a pretty foul mood, and for good reason. But she went outside- and I should note that by "outside" I mean she stepped out into the fresh snow surrounding our holiday chalet in a little skiing village in the Italian Alps (yes, and I'm the prick who wants to claim to have deep meaningful problems.) Anyway, back to my point- she went outside and started building herself a snowman. She channeled all that angry and upset energy into something really fun. It didn't have to be anything huge; it was the apparent insignificance of the whole event that made an impact, at least on me. Now, she's always been the creative one, twirling a couple of bored minutes into an adorable cartoon puppy, or a few solid hours of practice into a spine-tingling cello performance. Same story with the snowman, Frizzante, named thus because we didn't know the Italian for Frosty but we did know Sparkling, due to a mixup with a bottled water order (again, don't you just truly sympathise with my traumatising issues?) Frizzante is just the most jolly looking lump of snow you'll ever meet, and I figure that if he can come out of a bad day, then I can bloody well manufacture something at least slightly positive (insert more appropriate, inspiring word here) with all the churning going on inside this head of mine ((just an aside about the parenthesised commentary- basic attempt to put across the many, meta-layered, often conflicting, always confused voices in my head; a phenomenon I assure myself is common across all people. Right? (I ask my toilet...))) In conclusion, I'm going to strive for my Frizzante.