D-Day is fast approaching like an oncoming car manned by post-clubbing candy kids, wired from a night out with nothing to look forward except freaking out the other freaks in the all-night Coles with their electro flourescent camo tiger strips and flashing sound reactive LED displays. There is no chance of it stopping in time even if the driver could see anything through the early morning haze of broken dreams and unfulfilled promised. The people involved won’t even notice what is happening until it is far too late and they are brought suddenly back to reality by the loud bump and the shuddering jolt as they run over a poor hapless pedestrian caught like a rabbit in the headlights of their madness and the screaming goes on forever and ever and then suddenly there is darkness and all is quiet.

Hahahah. April Fools!! This is not actually Live Journal or Myspace! My nick isn’t actually ANGST_KITN1998, byline “I walk alone with the knife of loneliness because you can’t see me”. This post is actually about the Oxfam Trailwalker!

The Trailwalker is on Friday man!! WTF??! I’m a bit nervous now as it is probably going to rain but I am still quietly confident that we will be able to do it ok. I mean, if the older people at the meetings can do it then surely a spritely young lad such as myself should have no problem. I mean, surely?

Gulp.