Monday, June 11, 2007
Hide Behind The Shadows
Everyday, there'd be some things i desperately feel like doing.
Today, i feel like editing this entry. I just golly gee whizzing feel like editing this...
What I find more than mildly intriguing...Right, so, in order to be doing anything but brewing cappucinos and discarding the very alarming reality that i am going to be kicked out of school depressingly soon, i've decided to write an equally alarming entry. Why is it going to be alarming, you asked? Well, i'm not wuite sure myself. This is purely a procrastination tactic i have quite proudly fine tuned over the past few years of future defining study.
It feels good to see the effort sayang and I put in to make sure our cafe is spick and span. The outcome isn't important. It's the process that gives you the satisfaction nothing else could possible beat.
And thinking about how things would have been if only Kid were still working at Downtown, my eyes cast downwards to where my fingers are. Hmm...my keyboard is looking funnily interesting.
I would like to ask you now to take a closer look at your keyboard, specifically the spaces between the keys. Hopefully, i'm not alone in saying it is absolutely disgusting what lies beneath those bacteria ridden buttons. God, there is enough hair down there to de-bald the average rest home, not to mention enough dust to kill an asthmatic.
I was looking at it before, entranced by its hairy depths, and wondering how the hell I was supposed to clean it. Surely the keyboard manufacturer foresaw that the keys would soon wade in the presents left by obscure air currents, surely they realised that hair is particularly kinky and therefore leads to very intolerable notions of who has been doing what acts around the area in question.
Now kids, dun gag. Inhale, exhale, go grab a redbull, and let your older sister worry about the keyboard.
Sigh...i wish i wish, i wish upon a star...I wish people would just be themselves. I mean if i'm gonna hate someone i'd like to know i'm hating the right person. I wish men were the ones who had to have the babies. I wish that mud was thrown at politicians more often. I wish my boyfriend would knock off work soon so i could hug him. I wish my pet fish name Belang, wouldn't look at me like he was superior. I wish I was better than my fish.
But i'm not.
And i resent that.
Disclaimer: No, my keyboard never has been, nor ever will be alive, and I do intend to keep it that way. And yes, your thoughts were correct, Belang is incredibly evil, and chances are he will lead a revolution one day. And what? Kid? Oh...if i were given a chance to choose again, i'd still choose him. I love you dearest...
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