Uh-Oh!

Aarrrgh. Have you ever had that feeling? The one where in attempting to right what you had perceived to be a wrong, you actually make things worse? And in the process, end up looking like a moron (which you are! Duhbrain). Lovely. But then, I suppose I am also partly to blame for trying to make right something that wasn't even a confirmed wrong in the first place. Which resulted in me seeming to make a big issue out of a small one, which makes me the one who looks like a PSYCHOBITCH from Mars (or Venus or whatever planet these PSYCHOBITCHes come from).

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. (while smacking head repeatedly)

I have nothing else of use to say.

Except.

Wow. Things look pretty different round these parts nowadays. I got lost trying to look for how to post a new entry. Lol.

RaNt-RaNt

It's not so much the fact that certain people don't give a shit about others. But it kinda is. It's kinda about being oblivious, about being blind, about being so goddamned stupid. It's about being insensitive, being inconsiderate, being an asshole. It's about not bothering. Not when others did. Not when something so simple, so easy, isn't done, and when it isn't it turns into this huge thing, complicated, full of ugly colours and gashing lines and annoying noise, that gnaws, and bites and erodes bit by bit. Until that is all that can be seen. Except that it can't, because by then there's nothing left.

How easily we forget.

I am cranky and hateful right now.

And a little bit hurt. 

GaH.

I feel like throwing things and then breaking down in a crumpled heap of misery. Stupid, thy name is me.

HELLO BLOGGY!!

You are a victim of neglect. You poor, poor, thing. Have you reported this incident to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Blogs (SPCB)? You should you know, you have rights too!! Your owner is a lazyarse. And has bad discipline. And spills stuff and bumps into things a lot. What does that have to do with anything? Who knows? It might, in the long run.

Enough crapola. I should be asleep. In fact, am really sleepy. But oh well, since am here (which is an extremely rare occurrence these days), I may as well jot down a thought or two thousand.

Just got back from Japan last Friday. Which was, well, Japan. I don't even get excited about these things anymore (yeah, yeah, ungrateful, whatever). But in newer news, am really hungry! Had mushroom soup and some garlic bread for dinner, which I (falsely) assumed was sufficient sustenance to make it home and get to bed. Evidently not. Work sucks (as usual), while other parts of life, while not actually sucking completely, are still sucky sometimes. But hey, that's they way it goes.

Am waiting for my day in the sun.

I'm tired and I wanna go to bed....

Damn that nescafe tarik!! I've been trying to fall asleep since 3 am (it's now almost 6) and I am fucking irritated! I've watched That 70s Show, Grounded for Life, Still Standing and a whole slew of other bad sitcoms, am now currently watching MTV Videoscope (which thankfully is featuring U2) and am still nowhere near to falling asleep.

AAARGH!!

It's morning! The birds and chickens will be getting up soon. And mum. Who will of course start going on at me for not being asleep and having an unhealthy lifestyle which she would cleverly link to my sporadic consumption of vitamins (like, of course! What else could it be?).

Ah too late, she's already awake. Hi mum, do you think you could take this baseball bat and knock me out? Thanks.

I need to pee. I have peed 3 times already (just for something to do).

Alright then. Toilet trip and then it's back to another sleep attempt. Or I might just do that baseball bat thing for real.