I was actually going to write this entry for R.age but I thought, meh, this blog could do with some long needed contemplative posts. What is irking me today is not of any recent event, but just an accumulation of incidences here and there. I know I’m this shameless girl who has no qualms about…
Month: June 2007
The Supposedly 5 Minutes Past Midnight Poem
Purple mentos scent wafting through the air, Candy wrappers and milk juice bottles littered everywhere, Knowing where it all went to, pinching tummy flab in despair, Can’t exercise when I’m neither here or there. Flipping another page of pointless pathology, A yellow highlighter strikes across the page, Groaning at another one of my lecturer’s lame…
The Pseudo-Exes Logbook
Here I am, sitting in my Cuboidal-pig printed nightgown while waiting for the kettle to boil. Another cup of Nescafe to last me through the night – right up till 6am! I did it yesterday, I can do it again. Just a little worried about the effects that it’ll have on my heart. Let’s see…….
Protected: Reassurance For A What-If
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