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2 years ago
Waiting to derail*
Good morning beautiful creatures of tumblroid! Its been quite some time since ive last written. I guess you can blame that to my sheer laziness and to my plain dullness. Its not that im a bona fide rockstar who got the whole world waiting in desperation for some of those phoney im-so-goddamn-cool posts but I always carry this sense of urgency for blogging. I write not only to give my friends something to disgust about but mostly to heal the wounds ive got from all of those self-inflicted stabs. Oh hell, here we go with my shit again. Lets get down to business. Well there’s really not that much for me to report about anyway. Time has been kind. Far too kind that i have to lie about being triggered by my ulcer attacks just to have a couple of days off from my energy-sucking job and I swear not to regret this little gesture of dishonesty.
Other than watching people throw dung at my face, I can’t think of anything else that will excite you folks. Check this out. Monday, drank six MUGS of coffee with a certain conviction that caffeine will speed up the function of my brain and shorten my life span down to 25 years. Alas, i was wrong! Tuesday, got into a petty squabble with my sister after i endlessly rant over her watching that stupid series called gossip girl while i was catching up on some of the episodes of weeds in the other room. Wednesday, been taught how to play some kick-ass drumming…ended up with bruises. Don’t ask me how. Thursday, lost another friend and one of my trusted laugh-o-meters and I suddenly felt my humor started to rust. I watched her walked away, without even a wince, without even considering the thought that I might be someone who is worthy to keep. And today, today I heard myself surrendering to my aunt, admitting that i’m starting to enjoy facebook and that i will abandon my job to start cultivating my own farm. Ugh, i’m so doomed and i’m fucking bored. And since i don’t have any plans of going back to work and i don’t have a land to plow, i’m considering packing up and caving in for months to become a spiritual guru or a filthy hermit. How’s that sound? Notes
