breakfast in bed, serves one only

it has been half an hour since my last cream cheese indulgence....

perhaps now's a good time to look at a lesser evil.

but the crystal ball said so!

The art of detachment is studied and fine-tuned into a reflex, in all its soft, cushion-y glory.

This can't be healthy.

I await with bated breath the day things start splitting at the seams.
My money's on it not being a pretty sight.

The carrots are already cooked

Why do I keep fighting?

Je sais pas!

the end's not near, it's here

Trying to grasp at the brink of youth.
when does it really end?

Il a fallu que je connaisse ce que la vie a de meilleur.

of course i'm bitter, bitch

TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE!


wise words.
(and that's how to cope.)

here's lookin' at you, kid

I refuse to be bitter (status quo is a work in progress!) because in all optimism, i believe the sun will come shining through.

Mostly for the truth. Ugly as it is, betrayal is uglier.
It shouldn't bloody surprise then that it takes a familiar face to pull a fast one on you, given that letting your guard down didn't seem like a necessity then. It really shouldn't be.

And oh no, you're no strong bird. The borrowed doctrines you live by allow you to exploit the greatest deception known to men. You might not leave a paper trail, but insecurity is still pretty popular, last i checked.

Eventually, the last veto you exercise is against yourself.

Go. Have a ball.

Here we've got a class act; a front that appears accommodating, loyal and even sacrificial. Then without a courtesy of warning, they raise the knife. Well, by the time you catch the glint of the blade, it's almost always too late.

Too late to rectify what was a trust bond anyways.

Self-righteousness is not something to be embraced, god knows i'm far from being a paragon of virtue. I can only hope to sail past the grasp of frauds. Judas, you so fucking are.

To quote a dear one loosely, just like how treaties are signed in the hope of containing future aggravation and mischief, we all just have to do it in faith.

Diplomacy? What a luxury! But grace oh grace, how absolutely necessary.

identify your moment of weakness kind of moment

i need me one of those 'Quest for immortality-the world of ancient Egypt' exhibition, baileys bourbon ice-cream, killer sex day (s).

well, before 5th April anyways.