words fail me when i'm at peace with the human race of this society. my voice fades away, this is a phenomenon. i seem to have accepted the strangest of things and joined their clan. afterall, look at what i'd done. i stormed one foot right into my pigs' home and freaked the hell outta them. is it my subconscious aspiration to be a t-rex? i'm warped. i have to learn to walk on two, all over again.
routines bore me. even my words reek of boredom. it's no fun getting up at 7am every monday to friday, journey to the same place, pine for the arrival of 6pm, then hop home happily for dinner. i should try something new tomorrow. like arrive at work at 12noon then leave in ten explaining that it's a must that i catch the final episode my favorite afternoon sitcom, and get fired. this may spice up my life a little, you think?
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And, I would like to kidnap a certain Pregnant Zebra and her GRANDFATHER, wrap them up in a trash bag and dump them into a rubbish chute then stand there and laugh LOUDLY at their miserable state.
And, and, and, there's no more and. I'm insane - as usual.
By the way, I'm so glad you're finally back in this blogging world I mean. *pats on Tashes' back*
So proud of you.
let's try those right out tomorrow. i'll go check out the location of the nearest rubbish chute. our blogs shall finally have some piping hot news fresh out of the oven to flaunt.
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