heaven's kitchen

u knoe, i was just thinkin, how different is seastreeturchin from popdacherry? obviously there is a noticeable change in approach. less bitching. less holier-than-thou antics. less interesting, perhaps.

i was hoping for some feedback from my readers, but wat am i thinkin? i never got anything much. and when i did, all i got were the usual responses from the usual readers - sam, xx, occasionally joe and other assorted frens. like, boring.

at least i used to have anonymous pple either worshipping the ground i walk on, or spouting highly murderous insults in an attempt to eradicate my existence and shut my stinky mouth up. -grumbles-

hello mindy-the-Ingrate-cum-Blurcock, u were the one who wanted to choose the pple who could read seastreeturchin, remember??

oh. u're right. security and seclusion was wat i opted for, instead of the past rebel-without-a-cause, livin on the edge kinda lifestyle.

and just for the record, i do appreciate my present readership. i was just kidding. u knoe that right.
-nervousgiggles-

maybe i just can't be bothered to bitch bout evrything and evryone else in between heaven and hell anymore. sure, it was fun in the past. but now i'm more interested in... uh. watever i'm interested in blogging at the present. bitching for the sake of it is so passe.

i'm growing old.

tonight my kakis are counting on me to make the correct prediction of portugal VS greece game. apparently cos i foretold the fate of the semifinalists in an uncannily accurate way. now i'm a bundle of nerves. maybe i shld just admit the truth. that i'm actually the mistress of the Mafia boss, the game results were rigged and i knew beforehand.

or maybe i shld just hide myself in a cave till it's all over.

cannot wait for the final game to be over and done with. my sleeping pattern is absolutely in crumbles right now. on nights without soccer to satisty my insatiable desires, i'd stare wide-eyed at the tv screen and expose my brain to inane, repetitive infomercials trying to brainwash me into buying useless stuff like bubble bath mats and ab machines. this would continue till the unearthly hours of 4 am without fail until i'd drift off into slumberland automatically.

i wonder who the targeted consumers are. probably lonely folks with empty lives and change to spare on purchases which promise to spice up their hopelessly boring existences. shesh. the things pple do to try to make their lives complete.