Vexed by singing birds

As frequent visitors to this site will realise, this is just one great big cesspool of bitching and a cynicism. Right now I am feeling incredibly happy (for numerous reasons) which means I really have nothing to legitimately complain about. This is where my problem for today lies. Bored out my mind right now, I have to write a blog post about something and if there’s nothing legit to bitch about, what do I do?

With everything in my life going right for once (the sky seems to have levelled out) I’m having a dandy old time. Not even the impending failure of exams that I haven’t studied for is stressing me out (much). The birds are singing, the sun is shining and my lucky hat is jingling its merry tune. The only thing irking me at the moment is that I am completely out of haiku topics. There are, after all, only so many ways to say “life is wonderful’, especially when you compare it to the number of ways you can say “stick me on a cross right now and end my misery”. In short, I am annoyed because there is nothing for me to be annoyed about. Perhaps I should write a poem about not having anything to write a poem about. It’ll be just like this post; a wonderful paradox.