I wouldn't worry about your mother's boy-molestin' tendancies - bear in mind that you almost never see attractive young boys in real life. Which is sad, but also keeps people like me out of jail, so... yay for fugly youngsters, I guess?

Now do you see that my tales of Isle of Manly woe were entirely justified? So hillbillytastic! Although I'm not sure I follow your cowhorse logic at all...

No worries, this year has been pretty... oh what's the word... intense for me also. Recap: getting kicked out of law school, nervous breakdown, getting robbed, nervous breakdown, going to work in a call centre, nervous breakdown culminating in mass murder, moving to Beeston and changing identities. Although not so much that last bit.