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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.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
zennn.
i am zennnnn today. feel extremely calm and unpanicky browsing random websites in my Christmas themed pyjamas. have just realised next week is week 8, meaning school will end in probably a month or so. argh. am still considering whether or not to do a summer term. or just overload next sem (if i stay). issues issuessss. but whatever.
anyway, the cicaks are on the attack again. bloody hell, this one cicak jumped out at me twice today. wthhh. my brother says i am the cicak queen - seen as the rallying point of all cicaks because apparently they only seem to be bothering me. as such, i shall have no choice but to embark on a thorough extermination campaign consisting of various cicak traps placed at various locations around the house. they are getting smarter because the last time i tried, one cicak just sat right next to the trap and ran away the moment i came near. stupid brilliant evolving cicaks.
bah. feel extremely inspired to start work tomorrow. but this feeling will probably vanish as soon as i wake up and get all groggy and grumpy. okay, it's 3am and i'm donee complaining about the lizards.
p.s. to whoever is following this millionth season of Survivor - OMG YAY GOODBYE CIRIE, HELLO TOMMMM ((((:
brin bit this at ; 3:36 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.
