I‘m tired. The postman always rings when I just got to sleep in the morning and I am in the middle of some dream.
It’s always raining. I wonder if we’ll drown.
All my sport apparel is Adidas. I’m like Fidel Castro. Or Fidel Castro is like me.
Being 5’4” isn’t fun when all trousers are designed for taller people.
I haven’t spoken to a living being for almost a week, except for a couple of persons, including the postman. I shouldn’t have told the lady in the supermarket the toilet was along the corridor. I actually didn’t know where the toilet was.
Losing money sucks, but losing it and then finding it again is OK. If you don’t die of heart attack in the meantime, depending on the lost sum.
Firefox, iTunes and Photoshop can’t go together if your computer’s possessed by Vista.
Dogs tend to get overexcited easily. Cats don’t give a damn.
I want more things than I can handle.
I wish there was not a pesto lasagna in my oven. Makes me feel guilty just looking at it.
The desolation of this place is infinite.
I won’t buy tickets unless I can pay only once for shipping.
Mothers can be so careless. Especially when they try so hard to be mindful.
I hate to tag things. Tag this and tag that. I don’t know how to do it. Makes me want to run away and shut myself in a closet. I don’t know why everybody needs to tag anything these days. It’s just awful and foolish.
It’s harder when you have expectations.
I shall read more. Nescience will eat my brain unless I start doing something about it. I keep losing the books I start though. I don’t know what to do.
It’s hard to be a man. A woman even more so. Being a duck is probably funner.
I don’t want it to be hot. I don’t want it to be cold. I like it to be just fine, but it’s not going to be.
I’m not going to be here forever. Do it yourself, damn it.