4pm,
hunger strikes. The day is incredibly sunny, making me consider a good laze by
the poolside.
Waking
up close to 12pm and having hardly an ounce of sleep the night before I’ve
turned the day into a terribly lethargic one once again.
Part
hungry, part peckish, I drag myself to the kitchen only to find myself cooking
up a concoction highly saturated with monosodiumglutamate – be it Korean. Even
mary jane’s less addictive.
Is it possible to feel the least bit gloomy with this much sunlight? The year is coming to a close, sooner than I really want it to. And how is it that once again I find myself driving on a road that ultimately leads to a dead end and yet I still carry on driving. Do I crave pain as much as try to avoid it?
Assignments galore. No not the exam variety, the pocket lining variety. And there’s no way to get out of it this weekend. Photos to take, event to cover, albums to review. Not too much to do if set out proper but when how does the machine work at top speed when it’s not at its optimum? Once again, annoying questions with no answers litter my mind.
My mum makes me ring the Astro dudes to check on my aunt’s satellite dish account. If there’s anything I detest it’s dealing with big companies regarding the most detailed of matters. In this case, it’s about the swapping of the satellite receiver and arranging for someone to go over. And if that ain’t enough, my mum asks stupid questions before I finish telling her the outcome of the phone conversation, not to mention how incompetant the twat over the phone was.
Yes, I
am angry at the world today… again.
Daniella screams to tell me how some professor dude in a harry potter film kicked the bucket. Do I give a rats arse about a damn show and a con job of books I wouldn’t even want to touch? Frankly speaking darling … NO. I get screamed at by me mum for not being polite about listening to my sister telling me things. And how is it no one screams at her for not listening to me? I’m angry at the world leave me alone.
Tonight I have to be at The Backroom and I don’t want to go because:
1) I’m tired
2) I’m grumpy as hell
3) I’m going to be alone
4) …and prolly get harassed by idiots who can’t keep their dicks to themselves (refer to article 3)
5) I’ll have to take a cab alone (cuz no one else seems to wanna club tonight)
6) I don’t think I’ll honestly enjoy the music
7) *Grunt*
I am of foul temper today. And I don’t even know why.
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