I complain too much. And I'm well aware of that fact. But think about it, atleast I'm not one of those irritatingly chirpy people who keep going on about how wonderful life is, full of butterflies and flowers and other miserably-sweet things. I'm too cynical. I know. But darling, would you not want to throw up if this blog was full of neatly-rhymed poetry that effusively gushed about the beauty of love, pictures of babies and stories of fairies?