this post is abit Yucky….
I’m stirring sad rainy thoughts into my latte.
Dropping in yet another sachet of sugar, hoping that it will camouflage the bitterness of reality on my palette.
Gulping what works and choking on what’s left.
Once again, shades of winter have began to design freeze my existence.
<- Flipping through this book.
Unveil the mysteries of the female by Theun Mares.
Bleh… I will reiterate: if I were to come back to life, I’d not want to be female. Too many physical challenges (PMS. Hormones. Childbirth- bleh) and women are emotional beings. I sometimes wonder if it is because they actually feel, or does the concept of gender dictate what they should feel. Euphoria is bad for productivity. Delirious grief is counter productive as well.
As life draws on we are tainted by our experiences.
We don’t need to make mistakes to learn from them
But how careful or how observant can you be?
Which brings me back to this blog… As readers will jeeringly notice , my every attempt at avoiding self sabotage merely gets me stuck in yet another bear trap.
Makes me wonder if I’m living in a sitcom cos there’s no way as many bad things can happen to one person, in one lifetime.
And then… there was me.
Time and time again, the universe starts fucking me over and its sore.
Probably the same sensation
Cartman (from Southpark) feels when he’s abducted by aliens and receives an anal probe.
Damn!!! The universe is screwing me over again, I’m left gobsmacked wondering how the fuck did this happen….. and its not ladylike to swear. ![]()
Forever, I plan… wistfully dreaming up things for tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
And now… i’m all out of words.
I’ve been toying with the idea of giving up my life in blogosphere.
I have changed url’s.
I’ve relocated from blogger to wordpress and gone back to blogger, then decided to keep both!!!
I’ve face lifted my blog, added accessories, built readership and I don’t have anything interesting to write about. Here I am again , contemplating goodbyes that usually kickstarted by some sordid and miserable real life event that leaves me wanting to run from the world … but goodbyes are always shortlived.
Why short lived?
Can’t I stay away?
Simply put, the Need For Personal Expression Will Never Cease. There is always a new tale to share and humanity is greedy by nature, wanting to leave an impression of themselves in a medium that’s more tangible than the “conceptual self”
*sigh*
Wistfully yours,
Lady















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