Death

Today is my demise.

I just.....

Sheesh, I don't know what to say. I don't even know what to think. 

Okay, okay. Uhm, disclaimer. It's bad. Really bad to put up a disclaimer here. Thanks to my guts, I've managed to show face in the face of humanity. 

I am ashamed of myself. I have committed a major sin - one that I cannot go back to, one that I cannot erase, and one that cannot go away from me forever. 

Or should I say from my BLOG?

Hmmph. Well, that sin is, guess what, grammatical errs. While it is ethically wrong to correct other people's grammar, as has been stated by I don't know who (but I swear it's morally and ethically wrong now), it is the duty of our world's flaw-finders (namely, ME) to FIND them. Lately, I have been lusting to retrieve my old blog since I wanna know who I used to be. Now that I changed, I have completely lost my memory and am in such  desperation to get a glimpse of what it was like to be in my shoes. But, no. Stupid Me deleted the crucial blog - it was a reflex. Just an impulse from a compulsive person like moi. Kids, that's not advisable. Do NOT  EVER delete your blog. EVER. EVER. EVER. 

Now I'm thirsty for yet another trip to memory lane. AND GUESS WHAT? In the moment of blogging back in the old blog, I stopped writing in my diary (kids, don't do THAT. Blogs are for people who don't HAVE diaries, dammit). So, as some of you know, I have this "sickness" thing that is related to memory loss. I won't state what "sickness" that is, let's just refer to it as the "sickness". Basically, I have forgotten the details - the emotions, most importantly - supporting my LIFE as the old, confused, stupid Catherine. 

GREAT. Really. REALLY. What was I thinkin?! I swear I TOLD MYSELF that I wasn't going to regret deleting it. BUT NO! I have recently learned from my lessons. Yes, I'm a good girl now.  

To hitch a trip to memory lane, I began to be resourceful, yes. I clicked on "older posts"... many times, scanning the posts, and then clicked a few more dozen times....then POOF! THE SIN SHOWS ITSELF.

Grammatical errs.

Seriously, from SVA, to SPELLING (eek), to this and that and that and this and more and whatever.

I'm a witch! BURN ME NOW.

They're all typos (and up to now I haven't edited them).

Don't worry. I'm not getting linguistically stupid.

Now, as for another disclaimer, do you know who the old Catherine was? Because I sure don't! If you care and are excruciatingly bored, do let me know. Just leave an offline message. I don't go online anymore. Self-Doc says that it only increases the fatality of my "sickness"

There you go. My full disclaiming post about my demise.

Thank you!