Here it is another cold (like fucking freezing) morning in the office. I think I should really savour these moments seeing how I have only 2 weeks left of this shizz.. Heehee. I’m feeling a bit frivolous today. Probably because I saw a lot of photos of pretty people. Like JUST. I have this theory that pretty people are treated better. I think average ordinary cookie cutter looking people just cant help but want to like them. Cause when you look at them it makes you happy. Its like seeing a whole bunch of puppies rolling on the floor. Cant help those damn endorphins/happy vibrations. I think the Victoria Secret Fashion Show makes the world a better place.
I get so stressed recently thinking about people going around slashing. Them slashers. My poor brother. I keep calling and texting him asking him where he is. I think he blocked me on his phone. (He blocked me on facebook. I suspect he has a girlfriend) That little prick. Well I’m worried! I have an overactive imagination. I can see things. Not like the boy from sixth sense but I can like visualize situations very realistically. I wonder why people feel the need to kill others. Its SO SAD and uncalled for and ruthless. Its very criminal minds. Those people need to watch some Victoria Secret asap.
Going to get my jeans tomorrow. Yes I am. Yes I am. Yes I am. I know I said it last week. Went to the store you know. But Alas! I chickened out at the store. I refused to try. I’m an avoider. I avoid. I avoid reality and the truth. In this instance I avoided trying cause I didn’t want to find out how fat I am.
Okay bye.
P/s: Watch your back (literally) Those slashers are kinda stealth.
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