Posts Tagged ‘rain’

What about the blog fever?

{ Outubro 29, 2008 @ 11:01 pm } · { Uncategorized }
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Really?

I thought it was so last year.

I’m just guessing that is really trendy these days to have a blog to discuss anything, anything at all, but not yourself. I suppose it make people feel – or at least sound – knowledgeable.

Wasn’t the idea of a ‘blog’ to have a virtual ‘diary’?

And I bet that if you had a ‘diary’ to write on, you wouldn’t write about such trivia matters, since you don’t have to sound that intellectual to yourself, do you?

It’s funny how people really change when there’re others implicated.

Not that I am complaining, though. I really envy people who have that amount of information to write about.

Enough about others blogs.

I am caught up inside a very bad financial problem, and I need a job.

And I am tired of watching the rain while I singing ‘I’m Only Happy When It Rains’.

It won’t make me go anywhere, save to the bottom, sit and mop around. It’s the same thing I’ve been saying to me for weeks, and yet, I don’t seem to really get it, do I?

Way to go!

Now I’m screwed,
~Vanny

Ps: but I still want a BJD after all…

In some raining day.

{ Outubro 2, 2008 @ 2:30 am } · { Uncategorized }
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I don’t want to go to sleep ‘cause I feel like there’s something missing. (God! This looks like an Aerosmith’s song. Trashy.)

In my despair I try to entertain myself turning on the TV. Only to switch between channels more bored and anxious than before.

I hate to not know why I feel this way. So secluded, so sheltered, in a way I can’t even breathe.

I open my balcony’s door, I contemplate the raining scenario.

I’m just trying to make beautiful phases about horrible feelings. And I am failing miserably.

I need to go on with my life, discover what I want to do and make it happen.

I’m done with this entire moping thing, it is sickening me. But at the same time, I’m too horrified about doing something about, who knows what I could find inside myself?

I know, I know, I must change. I know how, I know when and I certainly know why.

So why won’t I do it?

Asking this is admitting defeat before even trying.

See, my head is playing with me again. I forgot what I was writing in the middle of the sentence, I’m trying to cover it up with unawareness.

And I am doing something about it.

NOW!

Going to a nice sleep,
~Vanny

Ps: So Ms. I-know-it-all, I’m giving you a really nice advice: ‘don’t you try to sound clever than you really are, you never know when real clever people – or at least, cleverer than you – decides to give you a small indication of where your place is. And I assure you, it will hurt.’ And please excuse myself while I laugh my butt off your great show of total ignorance. You’re warned little foolish.

Pps: Okay, no more words about Mr. Taget and Ms. Korea since I established that he’s a total loser who will never know what real nice breasts look like and that Ms. Korea is a poor girl who thinks his medium sized penis is huge since she had never seen such things before. Insert here too that I don’t know where my head was when thinking he was a good choice. Actually I know where: necessity.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad nor angry, I’m just asking myself why the hell I spend so many time thinking about it.

: D