Random farts!!

Life is funny. And twisted. It isn’t a comedy anymore. It isn’t serious either. But then again, I’m twisted.

I’m a woman. I’m a girl; I’m actually stuck in between. I procrastinate, I am on time always. I procrastinate time. I am complex, I want to be, I try.

Life’s tough as you get older. You are not who you wanted to be. You make it what you want it to be, or close enough. I am confused. So are you.

The last couple of days have got me thinking. I am better and stronger, yet moments make me weak. Abandon. Grrrr...But then again, I’d like to be my usual and rant! But that would be expected, wouldn’t it? I don’t want to be “expected”.

Also, I love this weather. Although this heat wave don’t save me from shit-faced truckie by work who seem to think it his right to splash water, all over my fucking pants every damn time..., encouraging sniggers. Not from me.

I totally love the opportunity to drink “chai” in the paks of "paradise". But the asses that give me a raping stare aren’t welcome. Flockersss, dick weed, it’s not even like sth is exposed and do you even think you can score, with that face of yours? Jayalalitha has a better chance at the cracks in her feet than your face!

Also, moron in the grey sweeps on the white road, seriously, I mean seriously, you , you man.. aren’t driving the Bat mobile you know? You’re car isn’t as small as your dick or brain (for that matter) to squirm through a 4 inch gap! Get a life and GET OF THE PHONE!

The numbfock in another ashsweep, so you think you got it all you asswipe! i bet you havent had the chance w/o the ONE. Live it alone!

I digress.

The weather. Gah! I can’t talk about it anymore.

Talking to a few friends over the days, I realized one thing. Some are selfish or am I selfish... I want what I want. Sue me, Biaaatch!

I am not afraid to get it. I am afraid, however of loneliness. It scares the beeejeezus outta me. Not comforting.

However, I do have time. I don’t follow rules. I break them. I make them. I am a rule. I am my own judge. I judge me. I have the right. I don’t judge you. I am a bad judge of character.

I have my dreams, intact. I know how to get there. This hurdle race annoys me. Get the F*** out of my way. I will achieve it. I will cross.

Friends understand. They know. I don’t. I will be who I want to be. I am like this. I smile. I fret. I jump, I sing, I dance, I fall. I am me. Phew phew

And Fockle me Freddie, slap me purple and call me a child, (insert any other expletive here) but I’ve suddenly realized the meaning of life. But then again, who hasn’t. Join the dumb-fuk club, you tool. :):)