life would be merely as entertaining as they are now if everything would go according to plans!
And so it was as usually my luck to be in the right place on the right time for life to make me giggle like a lil girlie.
The origin of its all was my trip to BS on sunday morn.
Friday was suposed to be devoted to some skullbones torture @the dantist, and then to the wicked brainfucking of my parents.
Sat was the 83 birthday of grandpa!! woohoo exciting indeed...yes i have'd partied like its 84......
Yet due to some recent-friday-early-midnight developments, i've decided to give up on the brainfucking and the dental torture for the best sleep of my life!!!!
It was as phatethic as hoping for things to be better in life.
sitting home and trying to create some kind of friendship network, ppl think that being alone is super awesome "like in that movie"....yet having no one to share ur phatetic life with makes you bottelled up inside, and thats just as cool as this floating feeling of insideout and upsidedown sensation of drinking alone on a parking lot.
Yet with my super luck i made friends with a closed door of a random appartment 5 mins from home.....
So i hoped that some soft sweet n' fluffy rodent will warm the cold icy heart of the metal bars.....and also will entertain me with his purity and cuteness.
i have no name for it yet.....but he's realy cute and cuddly, mostly due to the fact that we have a common likening to the sleeping as a self defence mechanism.
I got this "would you like me to come over" message....now i dont get this allot, it will be a semi-exaggeration if i say that lately i dont get this at all.
Now in this stage of the mixed up aging it fills the body with both hope and fear.
But if you drive fast and run over your neighbour, it is not so cool to say "no" when being asked to take him to the hospital.
In this case, after tyin up the neighbour to a light pole and runnin into him with a "Coke" truck 15 times in a row, it is slightly cruel and un-neighbour-like to not say "YES"
it was sour and bitter-soft-like.........facing this made me feel like a supreme-militant-nationalist a.k.a -scum.....all over again.
wanting to crowl back into the sewers wasnt the great sensation of being inlove like i was told.
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i had the best sleep ever...
it felt so great to hold the fella in my arms while sleeping!!!
i've always missed this part the most.....
it's still over, and we will stay friends,but i will always remember this sleep just to fall asleep.
Next step- find new job, get back on the artmaking for personal amusement and to stop interfering with the other beings..........
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