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now playing the saddest song
artist the ataris
mood hungry
"& not just burnt letters read to you"
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mom's away in china for holidays, & i'm beginning to miss her, her food. i have the strangest feeling my house is slowly evolving into a sty - and that's not the least bit good. i have little clothes to wear because she's not home to wash any apparels, and i miss her nagging. but i'm not complaining, of course, about the freedom and space i get. & life's not all that bad also. as mundane as my life seems to be, like school, training, food, home and all - it's actually not. because i'm happy, and i can't stop smiling - great now i sound like a clown. wait, clown? -shivers-
clowns are fucking irritating. they come onto you all happy and smiling with their damn costume, which i might add makes them look even more stupid, and crazy hair, white face, BIG FAT RED LIPS DRAWN FROM EAR TO EAR, sometimes giving out balloons. i mean, c'mon, get a life, i'd rather a happy panda mascot than a stupid clown. they creep me out, you never know what they're thinking, they might seem happy and all because of their smile when they approach you, but you haven't have the slightest idea what's going on in that perverse mind they have - i mean, really, who in their rightest state of mind would want to dress up in polka dot PJs, wear fake noses and disfigure their own faces with lipsticks and actually think they can entertain kids like that. lipsticks should stick to the lips, and stay there - not on all over the face morons. have you ever realised they always, always target small children, msquerading their hidden agenda by saying kids love them - i know better. those sick paedophiles. i'm sorry if any clowns are reading this, which i assume not because you're prolly behind your blackboard penning down your next scheme on how to attract small boys and girls into your embrace. well done. but like i said, no offence to any nice more sane clowns out there.
i've been a really happy boy ever since about a month ago, and i'm planning to stay that way for a very very long time - until i get married, have kids, have a house of our own.
the effects of after-training hasn't yet worn off, increased repetitions, increased intensity, and i fucking hate running. i have been running 2.4 for warm ups for as long as a month now, and 3 times a week, and i'm still gasping for air everytime i reach the finishing line. but of coure, it gets a tad bit better after every training, i guess patience does pay off.
PORRIDGE NOW PLEASE, KTHANKS =]
11:44 PM
