17.18pm.
John Williams unleashes silver lined melancholy. Is that feasible? Outside, the
drizzle has started.
Just when I thought everything was done away with. He starts all over again. Psychotic, depressive, but essentially the sensitive male every woman dreams of…until they have him in their lives that is. Maybe I should just hurt him so bad he’ll switch to the ‘goodbye-cruel-world’ mode and die. Not like he’s not tried it before. But I know I’ll never live this life in peace knowing I indirectly caused his death and if you believe in ghouls and such, I for one wouldn’t want the dead soul of an angry ex running about my bedroom. Eek! Then he’ll be closer than he actually is right now…yet another reason to preserve the dude’s life. Back to reality. He’s now on a bus, on the way up the ravaging mountain roads to his family weekend cottage where he’ll build a bathroom for it during his vacation that spans 14 days. Exciting indeed.
Reading this paragraph over makes me look and feel like some heart chewing-spitting female. And what do I have to say in defense? Nothing &mdash he started it first.
Meanwhile back in the rainy city of KL (it’s pouring animals at the mo), Kat sits at her office comp and wonders why the artistically depressive (if not autistic) still prevails to be her choice of men (sounds like a pepsi ad) Coincidentally or not she doesn’t know. And yes Norman, we’ve had this talk earlier today.
Ok the air-cond has gone off in the office and I’m dying of heat. Can’t breathe.. must go home…. Oh and I have a movie to watch tonight! Wahey! Right then me lurvelies must go now.
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