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spiderpigThe banana I have in my hand is not like a normal banana. It's not even phallic in any sense. It's rather flat, squashed, it's an ugly banana. I hope it just tastes better than it looks. The blasphemously unphallic mutation.
And so it does!
w3wt! Imran (I think?) messaged me to tell me that he bought my bari-strap! OOH YEAH. RELIEF FOR MYNON-EXISTENT BACK MUSCLES! Can you hear my shoulders going "Mmmm... strap..." Muscle spasm! No more cut marks in my neck. o_o Holey Moley! Apparently the woman at the store knows me? I guess it must be Ms Sia. Hoho. I'm such a notorious person. Don't spread weird stories about me, Ms Sia!
As people have told me, I am absolutely weird. Non-conformist sometimes, stuck in a tiny box at others, but no doubt about it, I'm uniquely strange. Sometimes I feel like a member of the Osbourne family. I have gotten Melvin to call me "bro" (ahhh, reminds me of me and Nana being brothers) because it feeds my masochistic MCP ego. But I wonder whether that exclamation of me being "one of the weirdest person's I've met" is a good one. Hmm.
In addition to all that jazz, I am also laden with health problems. Not that I'm dying of asthma-attacks or have a spleen problem, I just have stupid annoying cummulative problems that annoy me. Apparently, I'm deficient of calcium and protein. My nails are a horrible mess and I bet they're all gonna drop off soon. Kids, drink milk. I'm also overweight and a total flop at running/jogging. HRM.
I finished reading Huxley's Brave New World for the second time. I need to start annotating it on the third. I sense lots of projectiles aimed at me. ph34r my sp33d r34ding 5k1||5.
And now, this is dedicated to the guys of my class. And the extra one who always gao gay with some of my classmates:
O rose, thou art sick;
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out they bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy. - William Blake: The Sick Rose
So guys, keep your Earthworm Jims to yourselves, eh? Shall start and finish on my Economics essay.
And so it does!
w3wt! Imran (I think?) messaged me to tell me that he bought my bari-strap! OOH YEAH. RELIEF FOR MY
As people have told me, I am absolutely weird. Non-conformist sometimes, stuck in a tiny box at others, but no doubt about it, I'm uniquely strange. Sometimes I feel like a member of the Osbourne family. I have gotten Melvin to call me "bro" (ahhh, reminds me of me and Nana being brothers) because it feeds my masochistic MCP ego. But I wonder whether that exclamation of me being "one of the weirdest person's I've met" is a good one. Hmm.
In addition to all that jazz, I am also laden with health problems. Not that I'm dying of asthma-attacks or have a spleen problem, I just have stupid annoying cummulative problems that annoy me. Apparently, I'm deficient of calcium and protein. My nails are a horrible mess and I bet they're all gonna drop off soon. Kids, drink milk. I'm also overweight and a total flop at running/jogging. HRM.
I finished reading Huxley's Brave New World for the second time. I need to start annotating it on the third. I sense lots of projectiles aimed at me. ph34r my sp33d r34ding 5k1||5.
And now, this is dedicated to the guys of my class. And the extra one who always gao gay with some of my classmates:
O rose, thou art sick;
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
Has found out they bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy. - William Blake: The Sick Rose
So guys, keep your Earthworm Jims to yourselves, eh? Shall start and finish on my Economics essay.
