Wednesday, July 05, 2006

The Germs in my nose

Ahhhhhhhhhhh... Choooooooooooo~

This morning I woke up with some gooey slimey liquidey stuff oozing out from my nose. Sniff. Sniff. Yeah, I've got a cold. Just in case if you are interested to know, the colour is yellowish beetle green. Nice. And there goes your lunch. Wuahahaha.

And then the football. Gosh. How can Germany lost?! HOW CAN?! HOWWWWW CANNNNN?! So unbelievable. GAaahhhHhhhhhh. Tell me. TELL ME. TELLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEE NOWWWWW. They have the home ground advantage. Why they didn't capitalise it? I couldn't believe my eyes when Italy scored two goals in the extra time. *wipe gooey stuff off her nose* I feel like crying. Someone please lend me your shoulders. PUHLEEESEeeee. Mom said good friends must share. And I wanna share my GERMS with you. Cum. Sniff. Sniff. Cum.

Wanted to go back to sleep. But it's already 5 something. So I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of hot Horlick, mixed it with spoonfuls of instant oatmeal and dripped it with some gooey slimey liquidey stuff straight from my nose. You want some? Heh. Sniff. ;)

And then I muck around in the living room for a bit. The joy of being single. I don't have to answer or report to anyone and I can do anything I want. I'm my own boss. Wheee... Makes me so gay and happy. A Wednesday morning has never been so good before.

I don't like morning shower. But I took one today. A steaming HOT one. Of course. I can't stand COLD shower. It chills and penetrates into my bones. Sis said I don't have enough fats in me to keep me warm. Maybe she is right.

Many cars on the roads today. I bet every one of them woke up early to watch the semi-final too. Did anyone of them win any betting today? I don't know and I don't care. But I do wonder how many stupid people are broke and will commit suicide this month. It gives me multiple orgasms to see idiots suffer from their own deeds. And thank you very much. I know I'm Super the evil.

My brain feels like tofu today. Mashed and squashed. Too many football. Too many work. Too little time. And my boss can talk, talk, talk and talk for 3 hours non-stop in the meeting room just now. So stress can die.

Sometimes I feel like I am a fish caught between the net. I can see the sea water beyond but I cannot reach it. The temptation to runaway is great but I cannot escape. I am very much imprisoned in this virtual tank. Sigh.

Till my brain has solidified, I will write again. It's lunch time now. Tata.