Oh the Randomness
How’s it hanging folks. Men, please don’t answer that, for I don’t think I want to know how your bits are hanging. However, I would love to know how your days have been. Been good for all of you? Well if it has, then that’s a jolly good thing.
How have I been you ask? Ah, a little bit under the weather, but that’s quite expected of yours truly. I am known to be one of those medical enigmas, I strive for the title. Ah, not really. Sickening feeling this sickness be. I for one being the hyperactive bunny that I am, hate being the weakling I’ve come to be. This stomach of mine needs a transplant. One of those Gastric Bypass Surgeries or even Bariatric Surgery, though I’m not obese. I used to be bullied that I used to be, but whatever man. Stomach, I’m not talking to you, so THERE!
My sister’s growing up. When she’s not stealing my Walkman, she’s stealing my phone to listen to music. A bit of a pain really, because she starts singing off-key and my ears start to bleed. Okay, so that was mean. But I kid you not. Her attempts at hitting the high notes, have been known to clear a room, even the cats clamber out the doors and windows. I wish I could too, climb out of my window and make a run for it. But I shan’t. I have trusty earplugs and loud music to the rescue.
You know what I love best about my room? Well apart from the fact that it’s quickly turning into the Purple Shrine my old room used to be, I love my BED! Its’ soft, comfy out of this world welcoming mattress, and my pillow fortress. Ah, I can’t wait to have my own house, with my own room, with a canopy bed and dozens of pillows and throws and cushions and petals(?), okay, maybe petals for special occasions (you never know when petals come handy, and even if they don’t, they look pretty).
On a totally different note, Why can’t men give proper compliments. Why is that when they do, they have to incorporate some sort of mean comment into it. Like for example;
H: oh man thank god you’ve grown out your hair again… awww someone’s lost weight aah, face doesn’t look bloated anymore.
My instant reaction was Unsilent‘s “Oh no you didn’t!” with his best southern accent and snapping fingers. Why can’t men just say, “hey you look nice”, and say what’s exactly nice about it. But he tried again,
H: It’s nice to see a semblance of the old you back!
See that wasn’t so bad was it? Oh well, I’ll take what I can get. So vain of me really. I felt vain okay? 😀
And what is up with Sri Lanka’s twisted and vile concept of bullying. Haven’t they heard that bullying doesn’t bring about any good? No kid wants to be bullied, especially by a parent. It hinders the learning process and encourages them to be backward. What in the fricking hell! There’s no growth with bullies. All that’s left is bad memories, that will haunt you for a long time. There’s no such thing as tough love when bullying is concerned. There’s bullying and then there’s tough love. No connection there. Don’t spread hate, when you can rectify it with kind words. Bullies create more bullies, and a chain reaction. If you are an adult, act like one. I’m gonna come whoop your asses. Some serious assholes out there.
Okay, I’m off to dwell in more pain. *shakes fist at ceiling, mutters under breath*