Sexist.
And the guy who made the urinal. Ass.
Ok. Here's the news: I wanna look beautiful~ It's extremely depressing when people look at you only when the guy or girl next to you are like... Drop Dead Gorgeous. I mean, it's not like I look hideous or seomthing but a little appreciation goes a long way. Then again, if I am DDG, then perhaps it doesn't really matter does it?
I've been rather lost with horror-scopes lately: they've been pretty on the spot over quite a number of things, and it's kinda making me really believe it. Like a couple of days back's reading went like, "Time to relax, you've done enough." And true to it, I kinda maxed out all I can do up till that point. And yesterday's reading went like, "Brag about yourself, cos it'll make you feel recharged." And it did - after hanging out and telling stories.
Alright alright... not like some big deal to you, but it's interesting how people so tend to associate things to predictions and premonitions to see if it actually applies.
And that sucks!
Interesting - somebody asked me Time or Money, and I unreservedly said, "Money!" Reason being a moment's pleasure over a lifetime of pain. What you think?
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