This peculiar thought occurred to me, through a sudden attack of surprising alacrity that- no one is perfect and we spend most of our time finding out which imperfection we can put up with. Now I feel bad for having decided though at the very least I'm not alone in this.
Is it wrong to want a old-school almost bengish wolf graphic tee? Alongside with a bandage dress that has holes on the sides. Not to mention fresh soft bedsheets.
I wish I could not want an appetite though. Today I devoured a week old cake that had a tag on it saying 'To be eaten on the day of purchase'. My appetite has no comprehension, especially in the face of chocolate. Which, reminds me of all the goodies I received from my secondary 2 campers. Just goes to show how a little less corruption can bring such differences in behavior. Now I own them half a movie treat. They think being older means I can actually afford adult stuff like 10 movie tickets. If only they aren't wrong.
I am even more nervous for my FTT on Thursday than I am for both my major papers this week. I need to sort out my priorities though I think I've been doing that for the past 1 hour, every minute and my priorities landed me here.
I wanna feel the bomb drop, the earth stop, till I'm satisfied.
Don't think the simple should be hard.
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