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Thursday, April 17, 2008 / 1:54 AM
Partly,
Hot and stuffy day boils down to you having low mood, which by not getting the chance to go hair salon simply triggers your emotions more, leading you to have no mood at all.
Okay whatever.
I love to say complex sentences or even make a complex scene.
I am so horrendous. I don't even know how to simplify those words.
It reflected back on the conversation and I thought that I am actually eager to start work.
I can work like slaves and be haggard.
Get occupied like there is no tomorrow and nothing to be cared about.
To receive that salary transaction every month after slogging days by days.
Not be penniless and roam around the world, all alone.
At times like shiet, you know you can't depend on anyone else but yourself.
Everything is just an idiot to me now, especially boys who act like men and sadly, men who act like boys.
'Blur Monkeys @ Monkey-Jiggle.Com'
