"the terra complex"

Kate and I have this acquaintance... LOL.

This acquaintance is affectionately called "Terra" (for obvious reasons, which we will not delve into at this present time).

Terra uses AOL Instant Messenger... but ONLY when she needs to either brag or boast or bitch about something. She isn't like the rest of us AIM crazed individuals who get excited when we have been signed on for more than 7 days and it doesn't switch to "1 week." She will get on sporadically and immediately put up an away message... proclaiming something exciting like something new in her life, or something dreadfully terrible, like having a 18,000,000 page paper to write. This annoyed us.

I tell the story of Terra just to remind myself NOT to be her. For a good while, I was writing in here daily... if not every other day. And then, when everything involving that one individual stopped, I stopped writing. That ain't right.

So now, I come to you, not really with anything to write about, but just to write to ensure you that I am not suffering from "The Terra Complex."

I am however suffering from something... something that I can't quite put my finger on, however, it is suffering to say the least. When I think about it, all I can think of is the song "What is This Feeling?" from Wicked.

Loathing.
Unadulterated loathing.

Dictionary.com defines loathing as "To dislike (someone or something) greatly; abhor."

Well... what exactly is it that I dislike greatly... or abhor? Ohhhh, let me count...

...let's just say--I loathe it all!