... i realy am so so so freaking happy this week.
hours ago (befor i turned on the tv and saw top chef season 4 marathon was on) i was planning to write a blg post on how well the week had been for me ... well Wedesday to be exact.
but then i decded to sit on the couch watch TV ... and while i'm at it i kinda felt like fixing me some ice cold chocomochacinnamon. it tastes so effin good! which is knd of a bad thing because there's like 100 million calories in it. ...
see, i promised my obese self that i'd wake up early on a reggular basis and jog in the park. ... but, like any other resoklutions people may every new year ... of course it's bound to be broken ... and oh, i also decided to add a little left over vodka (from the party last wednesday) in it. ... just because i feel like it. anyway i was watching tv while pouring ... i filled half of my tall coffee mug with it.
ANYWAY ... (god! i'm so mising the point of this post) well,
all i really want to say is I HATE OUR FREAKING STREET!!! there are street dogs everyqwhere and they just kept on running after me. ... i mean there's an awful lot of annoying kids running around. why not run after them and bite their asses off so they'd all be traumatizesd to play outside and they wont be so damn noisy (that's mean ... i know ... it's not like they're gonna read this)
why do thgese freaking street dogs kept on running after me whn the only one i want totally ignores me???
what the hell am i saying??? i dont know anymore /// oh mr. boredom look what you've done to me. ...
know what? ... if he's gonna be my super hero ... i'm gonna call him irony man.. that's right, Irony man. and his trusty sidekick would be Mr. Boredom .... bcause he has greater power over me when his trsty sodekick, mr. boredom is arounf,
their mission??? well, they kinda have a lot of missions
like, to make sure i am being pathetic at all times
to mess up with my already messed up mind
to make my life miserable.
to all of a sudden cheer me up when i'm feeling down and miserable (with w/c he has nothing to do with) this is practically when i'm so busy dealing with "real" problems and i have no time to think about him.
well, .... he's always successful with the fourth mission. w/c, by the way is a perfect starting off point for him to accomplish mission number 5 because by accomlishing mission4 he'll make me miss him again and remember th good old days when he just magically say things that woyld make me feel better with just a snap of a fineger.
#5 to let me fall so hard flat on my face jst afer he's picked me up from lowest, saddest moment.
(nah! i'm exagerating this whole thing up!!! hahahahahahah)
ther goal??? well, i don't kniw ... really.
i even asked the magic 8 ball ... know what is said???
well it said that he didn't, still doesn't and will never ever like me the way i wanted him to. it also said that i'm pathetic. it said that i'm .... nevermibnd
it's just a darn wapplcation i know ... but it was si dsamn consistent with it;s answrs ...
i even triedn to trick it ... but noithing workrd ...
than darn ball gives me the same damn answas evtytime ... how pathestic could that be?
oh great@! nw my mother kept on acting likse i havent done anythhing arpound the hpouse
i scrubbed the freakng floor at 4am in the morning before i picked my froend up from the airport, i lifted the freaking couch ny myself and wiped ebery dam inch of the floor ... while the king just woke up deiced he wanted to go swimming and ,.,.....
URGH!!!!! nevermind ... ishould probably stop ranting now.
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