jar jar binks
to date, i've chewed off 69 heads since last week. and still counting.
i wonder why i chose the number 69 as one of exaggeration.
i am talkin in point form. knoe why? cos without strict rationing over my words they would come out all nasty, poisonous and vile. now u wouldn't want that would u.
and yes. my period is coming.
i hate it when i shut up and sulk in a corner. no, i don't mean i hate myself cos i'm not happy and shiny. hell, when was i ever that cheery and all?!
i just hate it when make-peace-not-war folks come up to me and ask in a sickeningly sweet and concerned tone 'hey are u ok??'
then they flash u bashful smiles. and meaningful stares. hoping that i'd give up my evil disposition, embrace the wonderful world, morph into wide-eyed eager beaver Miss Sunshine and give them a warm, relenting, let's-forgive-each-other hug. (cue awwwwww)
-counts to 101-
LEAVE. ME. ALONE.
LET. ME. SMOULDER.
GO. AWAY.
look, it doesn't hurt u a single bit to disregard the dark spot in the corner where i occupy. don't look so upset and disturbed by my grumpiness. don't think evry single unhappy person is a terribly lost soul. we just happen to have fluctuating emotions. it is normal. it has nothing to do with you.
i'm trying not to hurt anybody by keepin silent. cos i knoe u have weak lil hearts. u'd burst into tears, run to mummy and accuse me of being a horrible horrible person the moment i spit a word of rage into ur face. besides, i'm sure u like ur heads very much and wouldn't wanna lose em. innit?
....
okay. but if u're just truly concerned then ignore the vehemence above. just take a cue from my own mother. ignore me. serious.
on a lighter note altogether, david caruso (or better known as horatio) in CSI Miami is deathly attractive. yes, that man may be in dire need of an extreme makeover. but his intelligence and unwavering calm is nuff to bowl me over.
i wonder why i chose the number 69 as one of exaggeration.
i am talkin in point form. knoe why? cos without strict rationing over my words they would come out all nasty, poisonous and vile. now u wouldn't want that would u.
and yes. my period is coming.
i hate it when i shut up and sulk in a corner. no, i don't mean i hate myself cos i'm not happy and shiny. hell, when was i ever that cheery and all?!
i just hate it when make-peace-not-war folks come up to me and ask in a sickeningly sweet and concerned tone 'hey are u ok??'
then they flash u bashful smiles. and meaningful stares. hoping that i'd give up my evil disposition, embrace the wonderful world, morph into wide-eyed eager beaver Miss Sunshine and give them a warm, relenting, let's-forgive-each-other hug. (cue awwwwww)
-counts to 101-
LEAVE. ME. ALONE.
LET. ME. SMOULDER.
GO. AWAY.
look, it doesn't hurt u a single bit to disregard the dark spot in the corner where i occupy. don't look so upset and disturbed by my grumpiness. don't think evry single unhappy person is a terribly lost soul. we just happen to have fluctuating emotions. it is normal. it has nothing to do with you.
i'm trying not to hurt anybody by keepin silent. cos i knoe u have weak lil hearts. u'd burst into tears, run to mummy and accuse me of being a horrible horrible person the moment i spit a word of rage into ur face. besides, i'm sure u like ur heads very much and wouldn't wanna lose em. innit?
....
okay. but if u're just truly concerned then ignore the vehemence above. just take a cue from my own mother. ignore me. serious.
on a lighter note altogether, david caruso (or better known as horatio) in CSI Miami is deathly attractive. yes, that man may be in dire need of an extreme makeover. but his intelligence and unwavering calm is nuff to bowl me over.
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