rock and roll, baby
don't you know that we're all alone now
i frigging need something to blog about


some unknown and foreboding force (lol) pulled my mood down
and its not something i would like to expatiate on.

one, i dont want to share too much about my life.
(like as if i havent been doing that
for the past four years that i owned a blog, ha ha ha)

two, i dont even know what the heck is bothering me,
oh my goodness people, i'm that retarded.

and im being so morose and unpleasant
that its starting to bug me.
somebody just make me happy, please.

every little thing is giving me these annoying premonition(s)
and ugh i feel like killing myself or something.

or maybe eat so many pods, 3 or 4 or 5 at one go
and i'll try to swallow them without chewing
while my salivary amylase hydrolyses
all the starch present in the sweet delicacies
and i'll end up and choking and dying
surrounded by a pool of half-digested starch and boli and saliva
and okay, this is gross.

ok no more biology talk, zany.
save it for Mr Anand when school reopens this Friday.

i'm not anticipating the reopening of school
neither am i dreading it.
whats there to dread and whats to be excited about?