It's been awhile...

Hello, I'm Angry In Oman.

Some of you might remember me from blogs such as this one circa July 2008 -March 2010 and a single guest post on Muscat Mutterings...

A lot of time has passed since I last wrote anything. A lot more time has passed since I wrote anything original or interesting or valid but here I am, seeing about making some sort of comeback. Maybe.

I figured out a few things since my last post.

I learned that my parents were reading my blog after a certain someone (Cush) left a link to my blog up on my parents computer when I was home in February which made things a bit awkward since the way I write wouldn't make too many parents proud I don't think. Where DID I get this potty mouth and large lack of tolerance????

I also learned who emailed my picture to members of the media - thanks, you are a cunt.
(sorry mom and dad this is why I don't want you reading this. I need to be able to call certain people mean names and not feel like you're standing looking over my shoulder which I am totally feeling right now, even though I'm only writing this and you haven't read it yet)

I learned that at almost 30 you can still do the same socially retarded things you did at 16 and never learn from making the same mistakes.

I learned that people, even people who you are super close to and really good friends with will still flake out on you and probably not even realize that they do it.

I learned that people love secrets, rumours and lies, and that some people take a perverse joy in spreading them. Don't get me wrong, I indulge as well but I think there's a big difference in chatting about someone when they aren't around and out and out scandelously defaming them to other people. Especially when they don't know that you're an acquaintance of that defamed person and/or a once quaisi famous angry and opinionated blogger that might just name and shame them.... if I hadn't been drinking and could remember their names. Bastards.

I learned that Small Fry is the most devoted little friend I could ever ask for. Since my last trip home, where I stayed for almost a month, she has barely left me alone. I end up flinging her across rooms and down hallways with my feet by accident just because she is so eager to be going somewhere with me or maybe she's just trying to prevent me from leaving again.

The single most important lesson I've learned in the past few months is one that I will never forget, and I strongly urge you all to take this to heart. Seriously, never pee on a foot path. The next thing you know some random man bringing water to his family will have seen your bits and you may just be a bit scarred for life. True story.

I guess that's all I have for now.