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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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2:06 AM, Ants Scare The Shit Out Of Me ; In A Good Way
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Instincts told me to come home early today. And geez, i'm glad i did.
There were some good stuff shown on TV today (i know, i sound so terribly "stay in"). I caught this Ants show on OKTO at around 10pm, and its good stuff. Their cameras are like, so advanced that every single thing the Ants do, like bathing and cleaning themselves etc, can be captured. Isn't it cool? This is exactly why i wanna be an ant when i grow up. Eh, wait, no, i dont mean that.. I meant to say that, if i could be an animal or insect, i would want to be an Ant. :D I can go places that no human can go (toilet bowl, etc). I can sneak inside houses and eat sweets everyday. I can mate with anyone i want to, without the rest getting jealous.. Oh, and i totally wont have to go through what i'm going through at the moment. Right. I'm going through a great state of endurance. Every night, or morning, before i sleep, i tell myself. "Endure, endure, endure." No, im serious. I do it even when i'm napping. I've never been asked to Shut Up when i've actually got something important to say. This is ridiculously rude. I feel so snubbed. How come some people are just so insensitive? Its irritating the shit out of me. Oh god, i really dont want to have to put up my troubles i have with this person on my blog. I mean, i just don't understand. What the hell, is so damn hard, about sitting down, and listening? I'm not even asking for eye contact, or whatever it is you're so afraid of. I'm just asking for you to listen to what i have to say, so i can clear this cluttered shit. But how do i talk when there's no relevant person listening? Right? *breathe in, breathe out* Right. So lets sleep now, and stop being so nocturnal. |