i
had
some
buttons.
but i lost them.
We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.
Monday, December 14, 2009
scary sudden bout of continuous random infatuation. i blame the Christmas season. terrible.
v. v. grumpy today. no idea why. (okay i have a vague idea.) absolutely hate these pot-calling-the-kettle-black incidents. want to smack something. lol. nevermind. runrunrunrun later. house is in a terrible mess. looks like there was a magazine/books/general rubbish explosion in the hall area. so much for setting up the Christmas tree. perhaps i shall just buy a small one and place it next to my bed to look at. grrrr. tis' the season to be grumpy indeed.
shall commence exercising this evening. watching the biggest loser on hallmark has scared me senseless (okay perhaps too much reality tv is a bad thing) loll so yes. ventventventvent need to vent. ARGHHH &^&^$^&#$#@ am seconds away from bursting into a full blown complaining spree. so for now i'll just post this poem i was telling you guys about. awesome, one of my favourites. (:
(##@^&@&#& problem with uploading the poem. next post. grr.)
brin bit this at ; 11:56 AM
because i'm queing, i'm waiting.
hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.
just so i won't get arrested.
Thanks to:
Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.
Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.
Photobucket for hosting my crap.
And the words are by yours truly.
Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.
Or else, í'll have to spank you.