love in an elevator
u knoe the happy shiny blogs that never fails to lift the corners of ur mouth? that's right. the kind that leaves a twisted smile on ur face.
evry single entry is chockful of cutesy anecdotes, manic i-love-all-my-frens-and-dolls messages, giggly expressions of speech, bubbly verbose descriptions of their daily actitivities and the lot. on the borders u'll find adorable cartoon mood counters, colourful emoticons, dancing fairies flying pixies twinkly teddies.
*gasp* wheee! ooh! heehee! ^_^ so cute! wadeva~
u get the drift.
even a supposed sad emo entry will morph into a placid, whiny one. somewhat devoid of angsty rantings and emotionally-charged words. u'd wonder how they're like when antagonized. probably pout and stomp their feet prettily.
i'd like to believe that their lives are as fluffy as candy floss and wholesome as granola bars as they seem on their blogs. if they're really homicidal/self-mutilating/depressive emo-shitheads in reality then the world is truly sick and sad.
as annoying as they are to read (painful reminders of how i love to appear to be a tortured soul in my entries. oh, the shame!), they're a form of guilty pleasure that i relish sometimes. who can resist a sinfully sweet dessert despite knowin that it'll throw u into the depths of no-return from eternal airheadedness and single-adjective take on Life and evrything else?
today is a good day. me is happy. happy is good. i love to eat hello panda. ladida.
o dear. don kill me fer that now will ya.
evry single entry is chockful of cutesy anecdotes, manic i-love-all-my-frens-and-dolls messages, giggly expressions of speech, bubbly verbose descriptions of their daily actitivities and the lot. on the borders u'll find adorable cartoon mood counters, colourful emoticons, dancing fairies flying pixies twinkly teddies.
*gasp* wheee! ooh! heehee! ^_^ so cute! wadeva~
u get the drift.
even a supposed sad emo entry will morph into a placid, whiny one. somewhat devoid of angsty rantings and emotionally-charged words. u'd wonder how they're like when antagonized. probably pout and stomp their feet prettily.
i'd like to believe that their lives are as fluffy as candy floss and wholesome as granola bars as they seem on their blogs. if they're really homicidal/self-mutilating/depressive emo-shitheads in reality then the world is truly sick and sad.
as annoying as they are to read (painful reminders of how i love to appear to be a tortured soul in my entries. oh, the shame!), they're a form of guilty pleasure that i relish sometimes. who can resist a sinfully sweet dessert despite knowin that it'll throw u into the depths of no-return from eternal airheadedness and single-adjective take on Life and evrything else?
today is a good day. me is happy. happy is good. i love to eat hello panda. ladida.
o dear. don kill me fer that now will ya.
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