I never knew you,
You never knew me,
Say hello goodbye.
With every press on to the ugly grey keyboard, a small spasm of pain leaves me.
Because typing gives me grief?
No.
Because im pouring out my soul and all the angst is causing my heart to do cart wheels?
No.
Because im venting, my anger flows out with every word typed?
No.
Because I have a paper cut dammit. Because I tried to act smart yesterday with the Philadelphia cheese box and cut myself and injured my index finger. So, typing and writing and blah are all highly painful exercises now. Not to mention my bruised ego, yes everyone make fun of me but paper cuts are a bitch ok.
At this current moment in space and time, I am ordinary. My life consists of house and sleep, of books and notes and highlighters and pens. Of equations and time constraints and explanations. Of tangled hair and glasses, of pajamas and tea. Of mundane and monotonous.
Bleh.
6 comments:
you are such a shexy papaya.
anger, cart wheels, grief... blah, PAPER CUT!? lmao
listen OK! its hurts :(
but it is however a fab excuse for not studying! except it doesnt hurt anymore hehe..
oh and for everyone.. the post title is nothing more than one of my 'hai allah' type moments..
except in a another religion.
ok ive stopped making sense..
dude
i would do ANYTHING to have that kind of ordinary
try presenting to senior management at 8am. presenting numbers you crunched at 3 am. not a good combination.
i'll take one order of pajamas and tea please :)
awwww.
poor papita.
papers really do hurt.
I got mine the very first day at school and remember thinking SCHOOL SUCKS. =P And no one takes paper cuts seriously!!
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