I heard at Abby's you have a monkey. I wanna see it. 
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Posted in Discovery, stealth on June 20th, 2007It’s jobless Day 3 today. It feels nice and lovely not to worry about work the next day. Then comes the boredom and the restlessness and not to mention I have to be on my tippytoes at home.
“I got some sleep and i needed it
Not a lot just a little bit
Someone’s always trying to keep me from it
It’s a crying shame
It’s a royal pain in the neck
I’m just trying to get by
With my pride a little bit intact”
I have no plan. I have no idea what it is I want to do. I know I’m waiting, but what am I waiting for? I have no fricking idea. Thoughts of disappearing without a trace seems to be more appealing everyday.
Now this Enrique’s “Do you know”, this bugger’s song is tricky. It plays in my head and then just when I thought I free from the tune and the lyrics, MTV decides to show the video every bloody hour. And then I’m HOOKED!!
I want to play ping pong now. Ok, not really. I feel like swimming. Or just lazing in the pool in the afternoon. Is it maybe you also want?
I hate hanging clothes. I don’t understand how much laundry there is to be done in a family. Seriously. I’ve got to hang the damn fouth load now.
The doctors have finally found the reason why I dislocate my arm so often. They call it “Frozen Shoulder”. When he said “Frozen Shoulder” I could not stop laughing, it was the way he said it.
I realise when I’m home 24/7, I can’t stop munching. Which really isn’t good. So I decided to curb this problem and munch only at specific times. OK OK !! I lie!!! I would like to think I give myself specific times!!
I think its so damn amazing that I get to feel like this when with :-
“It’s you, it’s you, You make me sing.
You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.
You’re a carousel, you’re a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space,
You’re every minute of my everyday.”
They are at it again. The mind is going into an overdrive. I’m not allowed to feel.
You have no idea about things you do and how it messes me up.
“I’m here, wide awake again
This fear is something I call a friend
Hello again
It’s been a while since I saw you here
I don’t remember you saying goodbye”
Trouble with dreams is they don’t come true and when they do, they can’t catch up to you. They should have taught us that when in school, just so we’d be more prepared.
