I Need Your Company (Yo, Hey Check This Out) x

Oh Blogbods...beautiful, marvellous wee darlings of splendiferousness the lot of you. Twice in two days huh?... after a posting drought so bad even the WHO  (Should probably clarify that I'm referring to The World Health Organisation in this instance, and not auld Daltrey et al) were getting fretful!
As per my last post, I have been tied up in knots lately trying to listen out to the individual sounds that together make up the constant noise in my head. Here's where we're at y'all:
(1) The Drugs Don't Work...They Just Make You Worse......Aaah, Shite
 Yep, it's kinda getting to that point, where the Meds of Epic Pretence from Smokescreen City have done all they can for me. My Bolshy Mare is getting to thinking that she's invited to my partaaaay and it would appear that I'm currently employing below par door security who are letting her in. Whatever happened to "Yer name's not down yer not comin' in?" So, time to shake up the bag...get rid of all that's wrong and stomp on in the direction of Good Times (whilst wearing fabulous heels, naturellement) As a result of serious soul searching and the beautiful, wise and amazing people I have in my life offering both a listening ear and total honesty, I've reached the conclusion that me and MedsMan have come to the end of the road. It has been a beautiful relationship...we've laughed, we've frolicked, we've enjoyed so many amazing experiences, we've had that connection that meant we'd even forgotten the bumps in the ride we're on even exist! We've feckin bossed the d floor for real, but now it feels like I'm asking Meds for more than he can give me. It's become that relationship when one party (i.e. me) is investing heaps more time, energy and head space into the partnership than the other one (i.e. MedsMan) who recognises the fork in the road.So, it turns into that age old Fight or Flight scenario.
You should all know me well enough by now to know that I'm a stubborn mare and I will Fight For My Right to Party with all the strength I have, but I am also a realist and know that change can be good so.....it's an email to NeuroBoy and let's see where the ride takes us next. I've marked the township of 'Winning Ways and Unabashed Good Times' down on the map! Onwards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(2) This Feckin Blog is Proper Doing My Tits In! 
Awww, don't be fretting, it's not you...it's me! I love this blog, with all my heart and I believe in it completely. My problems stem from being a pat on the back kinda chick... I'm much more of a bouncy, eager, in yer face puppy than a cool, distant, aloof cat, assuming that makes any sense. In short.....I know I've got to keep it real and that, ultimately, this is a vehicle for my own ramblings. However, I am, and always will be someone who will try to help, comfort, heal or empower others if ever I can. That's just how I roll.
So, What Becomes of 76 Sparkles? I feel the future is two fold and this is where you Blogbuns come in. I have questions galore...like Who are you? Do you check in regularly? If you do....what the feck motivates you to do so? Is it the PD stuff, or the Twinkly, Sparkly stuff? A writer (should) know their audience, but in the world of Bloggage, I guess it's different huh? I suppose I just want to get to know you better....c'mon over.....let's chat....I'll bring chocolate! Help me make some sense of what this is and where we go from here. The vision is of 76 Sparkles being a Community of Cool, a Mecca of Merriment, an Information Station Across the Nation(s) a Funfest, a Glitterific Gathering of Good Times and Greatness......you feel me?
Yeah...I think we're about ready for the Soundtrack.....First up: a treat of a find....Michael Kiwanuka or The New Otis as I like to call him. He sounds like honey and feels like a comfortable blanket and he makes me smile a wide, wide contented smile. Flip reverse to the Wannabe Scousers (well it looks like they're in shell suits to me!) or the treat that is BVSMP. A retro delight. Either way...Imma need some love y'all....and feedback..........now we out. x

Born of Frustration...Well, That's About Right!!!! x

Howdy Doody y'all. How are youse? I completely hope that you are tippety toppety terrific in every way.
As for moi?.....I am frustrated in major dollops Blogballs.....and the reasons are these:
The makeover of my faborific blog (yep, this one right here) is becoming like a fecking trial or something. You see, what began as a method to empty my head of all that is crazy and bewildering, thus affording peace and quiet for a while, swiftly became something folks actually read and in some instances, even commented on! Wtf?!?....I know, who would've thought huh? Things have seriously changed in Sparkle Land because this 76 Sparkles lark is no longer my personal online diary. I really want it to be useful and serve a purpose outside of my own jibberings and I'm aware that I haven't posted anything new for ages. I'm struggling with content versus aesthetics if the truth be told. 76 is not how I want it to be by any stretch of the imagination, but the image I have in my head is getting ever closer, so keep looking me up.....the train is still comin'.....and the diesel's sho nuff still hummin and well, if nothing else there'll be always be tunes huh?
Short n sweet today chick peas...just like me haha :-)
Soundtrack: James Born of Frustration. Wicked band of my youth, impression tarnished forever by freaky dream about lead singer dossing in a pissy old tenement stairwell in nothing but a pair of red speedos (shudder) Off to seek cognitive therapy ASAP......xxxxxx