Was it a bad day?
Can't really decide.. many things could have screwed up.. or maybe its not the time yet
Hardly had time to sit down to think at work today... time ... what time ? Can't complain on this though... at least the meetings seemed fruitful.
Seeing smses about "it" at work today... i am trying to keep my temper in check. BUT damn it.. not everyone is as free as you.. stop asking me in the middle or the start of a workday!
i really am screwing myself over... having too many fingers in too many pies and getting a good taste of none.
to top it off, i came home to watch my movable clothes rack collapse. just.when.i.touch.it. so now there is a mountain of clothes on my bed looking to go into my wardrobe which i shuddle to open BUT now have to.
WHY? maybe cos her toilet bowl exploded and she wants to make my life as subtly painful as possible.... the old wise sage thinks that by tying one corner of the rack to the window, it will not move. and my maid.. out of this world.. i think she is from the sun... cos something must have freaking fried her brains... she went to pull on it COS SHE FORGOT THAT SHE under instructions TIED IT TO THE WINDOW ALREADY..
i was just suddenly thinking... what if it was the window who was torn off its hinges and smashed into pieces instead? will i be more pissed? will that be possible as in both the window and me being more pissed? it means i might have to sleep with a black garbage bag over my window... or i might not be able to switch on the air con. and still have to face the slight fact that some stray glass might cut my foot and i will bleed so much everywhere that i have to go for stitches..
man.. i have nasty thoughts now..
so back to the rack which HAS A SOUL! it MOVES on its freaking own! THE BLOODY WHEELS ARE TO SCAR THE FLOOR not for it to move! while typing this line i suddenly fathom why she was so anal about it. cos it scratched her precious floor. the ugly as shit paraquet floor which is already scarred? like someone ate licorice and puke all over diarrhoea?.. this floor emits hardened petroleum-like foreign substance that stains anything moderately heavy if u put it there for more than a day.
and i am growing so fat so fast, i think i might just be pregnant.
Hardly had time to sit down to think at work today... time ... what time ? Can't complain on this though... at least the meetings seemed fruitful.
Seeing smses about "it" at work today... i am trying to keep my temper in check. BUT damn it.. not everyone is as free as you.. stop asking me in the middle or the start of a workday!
i really am screwing myself over... having too many fingers in too many pies and getting a good taste of none.
to top it off, i came home to watch my movable clothes rack collapse. just.when.i.touch.it. so now there is a mountain of clothes on my bed looking to go into my wardrobe which i shuddle to open BUT now have to.
WHY? maybe cos her toilet bowl exploded and she wants to make my life as subtly painful as possible.... the old wise sage thinks that by tying one corner of the rack to the window, it will not move. and my maid.. out of this world.. i think she is from the sun... cos something must have freaking fried her brains... she went to pull on it COS SHE FORGOT THAT SHE under instructions TIED IT TO THE WINDOW ALREADY..
i was just suddenly thinking... what if it was the window who was torn off its hinges and smashed into pieces instead? will i be more pissed? will that be possible as in both the window and me being more pissed? it means i might have to sleep with a black garbage bag over my window... or i might not be able to switch on the air con. and still have to face the slight fact that some stray glass might cut my foot and i will bleed so much everywhere that i have to go for stitches..
man.. i have nasty thoughts now..
so back to the rack which HAS A SOUL! it MOVES on its freaking own! THE BLOODY WHEELS ARE TO SCAR THE FLOOR not for it to move! while typing this line i suddenly fathom why she was so anal about it. cos it scratched her precious floor. the ugly as shit paraquet floor which is already scarred? like someone ate licorice and puke all over diarrhoea?.. this floor emits hardened petroleum-like foreign substance that stains anything moderately heavy if u put it there for more than a day.
and i am growing so fat so fast, i think i might just be pregnant.
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