i'm tired. i'm tired. i'm tired. i might end up hallucinating a girl coming up to my office, performing an explosive oral sex and thank me gratefully when she's done. am i on drugs? no i'm not. i'm just tired. i'd rather be thinking about anything strictly unproductive just to loosen up a bit. and that's when i thought sex is the subject to be. oh wait, i didn't even think or blink about it. it will always be about it, right?
pervert? call me what you will. when you're tired, i mean as in really tired, you just couldn't be bothered with what the others might think about you. i wouldn't say things like those idiota ICP said though. "f**k the world". rant, rant, rant. bla, bla, bla.
i missed my weekends. i missed my dvd-watching, lazy sunday afternoon. i missed everything about it. as for now, too many things to take care of and yet i took a detour in bloggerland. not much though.
till then.
love peace empathy. a la cobain.
pervert? call me what you will. when you're tired, i mean as in really tired, you just couldn't be bothered with what the others might think about you. i wouldn't say things like those idiota ICP said though. "f**k the world". rant, rant, rant. bla, bla, bla.
i missed my weekends. i missed my dvd-watching, lazy sunday afternoon. i missed everything about it. as for now, too many things to take care of and yet i took a detour in bloggerland. not much though.
till then.
love peace empathy. a la cobain.
2 comments:
Tioman bro...tioman...
bu>>>how i wish....
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