It is now 7.30pm and still quite bright out- I can still see the clouds through my bedroom-slash-lazeroom window.
Tuning into : You and I Both - Jason Mraz
Something sad has happened; again. Here I am, writhing in guilt, waiting for that conscience to knock me over and get it over with already.
Things just do not work out the way we always planned, and sometimes, bad things happen, as a reminder that Mr.G is holding the remote, and chastisement for whatever you did wrong.
Always, always look at the glass half full to avoid depression.
..."what a fake."
Stress is healthy. If you don't have stress, it means you are not working hard enough to get what you want.
...or so my dear cousin says.
Let's not get off the main point of my blog post here.
"If you ain't got feelings, you ain't human."
...okay.
I AM SO SICK OF HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE, ILL MANNERED PEOPLE-
THAT DO NOT CARE WHATSOEVER HOW THE VICTIM FEELS,
AND JUST SAYS WHATEVER HE/SHE LIKES WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD.
I AM SICK OF PEOPLE THAT THINK SO HIGHLY OF THEMSELVES, TO THE EXTENT THAT THEY THINK THEY CAN HAVE A SAY IN EVERY SINGLE DARN THING AS IF THEY ARE PERFECT.
Shame on them.
Shame on me.
...sighhh just another week of routines.
wasted, down the drain, just like that.
I think I'm losing it. Call in the paramedics- I need serious help.
Get me that hot doctor Briggs was talking about.
AND Kavi's spongebob, to strike up a conversation with him.
Wow! Attention Deficit Disorder is so totally WICKED!!
~yeah gramma is a teensy beetsy mad at me because of that.