This post is worth it’s weight in gold.  Hang on to it because it is so fleeting and rare that it could end up being a priceless artefact in years to come.  Why?  Because it is my fourth attempt at posting a blog article with this friggin’ new Firefox 3, and each time I’ve accidently lost my post.  The backspace on the new Firefox 3 doesn’t seem to delete my mistakes – instead it takes me out of the page I’ve been typing on and acts as a browser back button, so I lose my post.  I was up late the other night and wrote a scintellating post full of wit and banter, but alas, it fell on deaf ears (or eyes – and then that’d be ‘blind eyes…) because stupid Firefox took on a life of it’s own and saw fit to go take me back to the Courier Mail which I’d been reading beforehand.

Anyway, the other day I was inspired by my muse (also known as ‘Cadbury’s Peppermint Chocolate’) to write about what life is like as a 40 year old, as opposed to life as a 39 year old.  In short, I concluded it’s no different.  As I was pondering this I happened to rub my chin, and found to my dismay that a nasty pimple had sprung up overnight.  Further exploration found yet another one – this time in the crease near my nostril.  It was one of those painful little sods which are twice as sore as the big impressively eeky looking ones.  Hmmm…40 years old and a bout of acne.  I wondered if my decrepid 40 year old body had begun to show it’s vintage.  Had my aging, diminishing hearing mistaken the word ‘forty’ with ‘fourteen’ and given me a rash of zits as a teenage birthday present?

As I am apparently going through a second teen-age, I am going to have to engage in egocentric moodswings, squeeze into ugly outfits which make me look like a cheap prostitute,  giggle at boys, and say stupid things on the end of my sentences like ‘like’, like.  I will have to fill my life with angst ridden poetry, and complain about my lot in life because I’m asked to do the washing up and I must be the only 14 year old in the universe who has to work so hard.  Myspace is going to have to be my top priority – I’ll have to fish out the digital camera and pose in front of the bathroom mirror while capturing my sexiness for Myspace posterity so that everyone can make such astute comments about my pics: ‘ur HOT!’  (or not, I think I’m getting a bit carried away here).

Anyway, so far, so good, I’ve managed to waffle and I haven’t lost the post yet. This wasn’t actually what I was going to post about, but, well this is a wafflelogue, and I’m lucky Firefox hasn’t had a hissy fit.  Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead, like.