stupid lazy lung eater

i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. sometimes one just gets lazy like that. as if dressing up takes up all the energy in you. by the way, my hair is in its worst state. i don't think bad hair days can get any worse.
i made a choice. i chose not to swap workdays with a colleague. she wanted someone to work for her friday night and she would work for me saturday morning. in doing so, i would have had ample time to spend getting ready for dinner and a night out with the girls. and boy. and in doing so, i would also get to pig out on more break fast feast with the colleagues. but no. i chose to work saturday morning just so i could spend twelve hours in the same room as him. that's so stupid.
in other news, i ate deep fried cow's lung yesterday. it tasted suspiciously like burnt foundation applicator. maybe spongebob would taste like that if he got all dried up in the sun.
people at work have been asking the same damn question: who do you dislike most in this department? like i'm going to crack and give out names and morbid details of what i wish to do to certain people. please. however, i would have liked to ask him what sort of gossips have been going around about me. maybe i will. would make a nice conversation piece. i'm so pathetic.

swamp monsters with balloons

guess what i would be running away from. my best friend said i would run from the balloons and the swamp monster would run away from me. i never really realise how much of a balloon phobic i really am until last friday. but i suppose the whole thing was played up due to the fact that there were 13 people in a tiny meeting room made for 5. and there were 9 other people blowing up balloons happily obilivious to the possibility of one popping in such a small space. can you imagine the sound? O.o i spent the next few minutes wincing. and the rest of the morning jumping each time the biggest balloon roll gently over the bunch of candies on the table [the candies had sharp looking wrappers. i'm sorry, but balloons really should be enjoyed from afar.
i begged the person sitting next to me not to blow his up too big. he laughed. then someone else laughed because my balloon was the tiniest. given the opportunity, i wouldn't have blown it up at all. but since it was a seminar and all that.... certain sacrifices had to be made.


sometimes i think, possibly maybe, people move along life's road walking backwards. and because they do not see what's behind them, they have a tendency of running into things.

balloons are pretty from afar

sometimes it's not that i forget. it's just that i can't be arsed. case in point this journal here. i ain't feelin' it, yo. *flashes finger signs for effect*

but anyway, just for kicks...

i got a new fish today. haven't named it yet but i'm picking up bully vibes from it. it picks on the older one. c'mon! stand up for yourself you bug-eyed uh... fish. yeah.. it's sort of difficult to talk about them when they don't have names.

i think i'm starting to have intimacy issues again. -_- no no. i meant in the sense of getting to be better friends with someone of the opposite sex. *sigh* i do NOT even want to go there and psychoanalyse it all over again. THAT was a waste of time.

yesterday, there was a clown. he wore old ronald mcDonald's shoes [oh yeah. i know it from a mile away. you guys got it on discount from an old mcdonald's restaurant didn't you?] and a Mambo shirt with pissed drunk kangaroo, emu and koala passed out under an eucalyptus tree. and emblazoned on the back of his shirt is the australian emblem, Mambo-ed of course. with a drunk emu and kangaroo framing a can of Mambo Bitter instead of the good old australian emblem thingy that usually goes in the middle. pretty decent shirt to be wearing around kids yes? but he was cute. told me i had to pay if i was going to take a picture of him. bad makeup though.

yeah... that's about it. until the next time i run out of other stuff to do online and end up here again, ta.