Thursday, October 06, 2005 @10:03 PM
i have got this sinking feeling. my hair is frazzled, my nose is wrinkled.
my eyebrows are perpetually conjoined, and i seem to have dupped my face in blusher.
why do i look so devastatingly different? let me enlighten you:
i am filled to the brim with irritability. i am irked by the rough combustion of unleaded petrol in speeding ahpekmotorcycles, the fish drinking so much water, sajc's report on today(yesterday), the square loudspeakers, the scratchy new towels, torn rubberbands, songs
ringing in my head.....
it's horribly tragic that i feel like strangling the computer for making THAT LOUD SOUND while it starts.
and it was worrying that i managed to stay squirming in my chair for some gazillion eons, while staring at the cooked pineapples. my parents finally gave me a look to tell me to act my age.
and i did.
on the surface.
and on the inside, i was praying that all the poor vitamins and minerals wouldn't feel wasted. how more insensitive can we get? cooking pineapples. that's probably as good as microwaving my brain. how could people be so inadequately trained to prepare savoury delights that barely nourish the body? senseless. eat dietary fibre, egest dietary fibre.
what do you absorb? water. then why don't we just put a tap in our mouths and get our dinner settled that way?
GIVE MY MOM A ROUND OF APPLAUSE.
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i think i sound like a spoilt monkey in this blog. i'm sorry, i have no where else to choochoo my pent up emotions. (wahh. so drama) so tormented and shattered, i find this a place of solace, a calm and peaceful place to voice my woes and concerns, and to discover the sweetness that lies behind yet another layer of vicariousness.
ROARR. MORE DRAMA.
i'm gonna sleep la. the pillows will be ripped to shreds by tomorrow.
happy returns.
