So much to do, so little time. The problem with owning a car is that you keep feeding it like a baby but it doesn't get fat so that you can eat it for Christmas dinner. Even worst if you leave it somewhere the government will tow it away and make you pay to get it back. I should really start on a website redesign for next year, blogs are old school, v5 is on the way.
Wow, so its Christmas already? Oh ok, I was wondering why I was freezing to death in Portmore. Why is my spell checker underlining Portmre? Did I spell it wrong? So it go, doesn't matter either way. You know what I mean, your smart so I don't have to treat you like a baby and you probably can cook too.
You can never trust a weather lady, they are LIARS! They need to make edible cars OR BABIES that you can drive. There is a solution to every problem. I don't know I'm cold, hungry and annoyed. They say that our love is all wrong, And that we should not carry on. But I say they're wrong, I want you so bad
I woke up this morning thinking that it was monday morning and had the usual Monday morning internal panic; "OH MY GOD NOT AGAIN!". Luckily it was still Sunday and I didn't put my swag on because its pretty heavy to take off. The weekend blows by like money. If I owe you anything charge to Mastercard cause I already owe Visa. And I am still recovering from the flu or returning from my trip to Haiti (depending on whether you be stalking me on facebook or twitter). That said, it was as fun as a heart attack.
I got up one night and wrote a spirited post on the old laptop beside by bed. The problem is when I can't sleep at 3 in the morning and I wake up and write, I write like I've been smoking weed and doing vodka milk shots with no ice like a G6. I'll probably publish it someday when I am rich and Trinidad is not my only supplier of Sunshine snacks. Such high spirited commentary on the socio-economic landscape of today will only leave old people giving you weird looks at work. It is like that time when I said I like hurricanes. I'm sorry but I don't live in your delusional, fairytale world, at least not yet. But wait till I get my money right.
I am eating or drinking Honey Bunchs of Oats for breakfast this morning. Its one of those "on the wim" purchases that I make whenever I go to the supermarket by myself with money in my pocket cause I can't get no love. My mind is like a revolving door. I fear that all the almonds and sweet oats have settled to the bottom of the bag. Now I'll have to figure out how to evenly distribute the assorted contents or calculate exactly the day when the last serving will be available so that I can fully enjoy it at the fullest extent.
I never talk about my mother much. Its not that I hate her but I love her too much. The women in my family are very strong willed like oak trees reaching for the sky. I must believe in something. A pride so tall, a shame-tree that would block out the sun. She is set in her ways, never deviating like a river, running out to sea. She visited last week and ironed all my white undershirts and now they fit perfectly in the drawer - WITH ROOM TO SPARE. You would be surprised to know how much you can store in a drawer if you iron all your clothes BEFORE you put them in, instead of rolling them into little balls.
Of course I'm not going to iron my undershirts, nobody is going to see them except when I end up on the wrong side of a police raid. But I live in a different time, my problems are waiting to happen. Who has time to make a 5 course breakfast every morning? Plantains, Eggs, Dumplins and Sausages and Tea. I love plantains, sweet yet tart but unique in its sweetness. There is nothing like it. But I will never fry them myself, it would take my self control, I would start to live only for the night. I also stopped drinking tea long ago, I never joined that party of thought. Why would I heat something up so that it can burn my tongue when I try to drink it? Made no sense.
Some people do what they like to do, some people do other things for reasons unknown, and some people live among the creatures of the night and lack the will to try and fight, to each his own. I have lived many lives but I worry about no one more than her. Passion is a funny thing, passion will save you, passion will lead you a stray but what is life without it? After a while all your life starts to weigh down on you and all you have left with is a nice pair of dress shoes and pants you can only wear to a wedding.
Gods Child commented: by the time you get caught up the raid, your undershirt will have straightened itself out from body heat; or if ironed, will have wrinkled sufficiently to look as if you had never ironed it at all. ... read 2 more
I feel like I have not written anything in months. Almost as if all that I am has been enveloped in a cosmic galactic play on words. I am sure there are lessons to be learned. Internet annoyances and real life annoyances are the same thing. Its like following your annoying neighbor on twitter. Twitter still sucks and no I'm not on it, someone stole my nickname. Nothing is sweet about me.
So there are lessons to be learned. The sweet must be found in everything. What is life without questions? We should take our shield and sword and head out into the great unknown like Conan the Barbarian. Conan the Barbarian is like the best movie EVER. Like a girl with big breasts and a insatiable need to go to Haiti, especially since their birth rate tripled since January. I do not know where the time has gone in this Magic City.
I now finally have 120 stars in Mario Galaxy 2. How long has it been? Time flies when you masturbating - thats what she said. My phone is saying "Low battery", I should have charged it. Seems like nothing lasts these days, you just have to keep moving on, hills and valleys, California girls. Hopefully over the weekend strange lights will descend on the city, drawing people outside like moths where a extraterrestrial force threatens to consume the entire human race.
I bought patties and soda at the JucciBeef on Constant Spring yesterday. I don't really know why I keep buying soda there because it always tastes like ass. Except the grape they always manage to get that one right. Its my fault really - I cannot resist the urge to buy patties at a unfamiliar restaurant and watch people through the fish tank. They seem to have a obsession with fish tanks in the JucciBeef restaurants, maybe they think it calms the customer or something. I am not very calm when my lips are being scolded on hot beef patty.
I have work to do, as always, like a politian. I never have enough money to complete a project before I get bored or get voted out of my seat in the house. No one knows where money goes these days. Money is like that stray cat that you always see in the back of your yard. It visits right around dinner time, eats and then runs off into the bushes.
I have to admit I lol-ed when I heard the news about the student loan bureau. I am not one to hold a grudge but one man shouldn't have all that power, where the bad bitchs at? where they hiding? I got the power to make your life so exciting.