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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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8:47 PM, NAT ASKS: HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHATS THE TIME? ; SHE ANSWERS: OH YESTERDAY I SAW AN ANT IN MY BRA
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
I asked her A or B and she told me C. But still, i tried my best to listen to her, to be good. Then, the breakdown point came. I asked her about Earth Wire, she yakked away about Live Wire (which i initially thought was Limewire and i asked her about it and she ignored me and if not for others telling me it actually is Live Wire, i would have still firmly thought she was talking about limewire. NOT my fault ehs.) I actively participated in answering her questions when no one would, and guess what happened. I was ignored. Ignored, mind you! I dont get it. Why? Boy, oh, boy, i swear if this carries on, i'll be SO dead. But okay, i gotta stay calm, try switching out of panic mode. No, its alright. I am calm, okay, and fine. I am alright. Yes, indeed. I am fine. Oh, IF only she stays away (which is totally not happening in this case). DAMN. oh, what have i done now, what have i done? she peeled me like an orange and sucked the juices right outta me. oh and why are u reading this? |