cursing solves solution a none, no, please. spare me the self-help book guidelines. si? i am mad. at me. at fucking miniature rocket scientists fleeting on earth to make the less blessed look like a complete fucktard. ops. okay, that wasnt me. apologies on behalf of my evil twin.
i wonder when will i be rejuvenated. i always do after spending time with dearest girlfriends. but not right now i guess. burdened by piles of Business Law books. been spending 70% of my day at home with the books yet only managed to finish a chapter. holy cow. i know. this is why i hated going home when i need to study. being a sad-o-masochist isnt in the to-do-list apparently. however, the unknown sudden urge drove me back home. so i just had to obey and be good for once.
a rant entrenched in stochastic curse cannon is a transitional phase, a full-fledged sloth into a semi-sloth. as if things exists. it exists in the continuum i am in. whats in for cure : (i) hoping for more chapters to be frolicked with tomorrow (today). (ii) thin-crust Aloha Chicken to compensate a dent in the heart (and now i write love novels, fantastic) and maybe chocolates will do me good as well. i hear chocolate covered/filled/stuffed doughnuts summoning. em-hmm. (iii) a 20-tonne-ironing pile. yes. distractions. Dear God, hand me down a little ease for lithe. one can take so much of shit until one depletes into an inter-brain death.
i wonder when will i be rejuvenated. i always do after spending time with dearest girlfriends. but not right now i guess. burdened by piles of Business Law books. been spending 70% of my day at home with the books yet only managed to finish a chapter. holy cow. i know. this is why i hated going home when i need to study. being a sad-o-masochist isnt in the to-do-list apparently. however, the unknown sudden urge drove me back home. so i just had to obey and be good for once.
a rant entrenched in stochastic curse cannon is a transitional phase, a full-fledged sloth into a semi-sloth. as if things exists. it exists in the continuum i am in. whats in for cure : (i) hoping for more chapters to be frolicked with tomorrow (today). (ii) thin-crust Aloha Chicken to compensate a dent in the heart (and now i write love novels, fantastic) and maybe chocolates will do me good as well. i hear chocolate covered/filled/stuffed doughnuts summoning. em-hmm. (iii) a 20-tonne-ironing pile. yes. distractions. Dear God, hand me down a little ease for lithe. one can take so much of shit until one depletes into an inter-brain death.
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