Emancipated ? Not Just Yet.
So, most people will celebrate her 49th by having a jolly good time. That or maybe, check into leisure mode and just chill with the idea of having a long weekend break. Applicable to most but just NOT me !
While she's celebrating her divorce anniversary from pasty ol' Brit, minging me, on the other end, is on my third week of imprisonment. No, I take that back ! Heck, even being in prison is better than my current predicament.
At least in prison, I can like spend my days sharpening that not-so-blunt-anymore pink toothbrush and not care of practically anything else. Stress ? Hardly. And if I'm lucky, I might even get some good ol' banging from nasty me-have-burberry-caps-and-rockport-trainers skinheads thrown in while scrubbing the lavatory. Bliss ? Oh, yes. Triga-style !
But hell, no.
For I'm in some place that's beyond rude. Fucken strapped in the world of late-night studies, assiduous reading ( pretending to be lah ! ) and exam blues. A world where I woke up thinking of procedure determination, reading up on outbound delivery while eating and sleeping, dreaming of copy controls. Urghh !
Independence. Such strange a word for me, now. But hey, I'm hopeful. That my day of emancipation will come real soon.
Meanwhile, here's a toast to her. With no gloss-over. Or sarcasm poke.
To a hopeful you ! Happy 49th, old boy !
While she's celebrating her divorce anniversary from pasty ol' Brit, minging me, on the other end, is on my third week of imprisonment. No, I take that back ! Heck, even being in prison is better than my current predicament.
At least in prison, I can like spend my days sharpening that not-so-blunt-anymore pink toothbrush and not care of practically anything else. Stress ? Hardly. And if I'm lucky, I might even get some good ol' banging from nasty me-have-burberry-caps-and-rockport-trainers skinheads thrown in while scrubbing the lavatory. Bliss ? Oh, yes. Triga-style !
But hell, no.
For I'm in some place that's beyond rude. Fucken strapped in the world of late-night studies, assiduous reading ( pretending to be lah ! ) and exam blues. A world where I woke up thinking of procedure determination, reading up on outbound delivery while eating and sleeping, dreaming of copy controls. Urghh !
Independence. Such strange a word for me, now. But hey, I'm hopeful. That my day of emancipation will come real soon.
Meanwhile, here's a toast to her. With no gloss-over. Or sarcasm poke.
To a hopeful you ! Happy 49th, old boy !
soiled by darn ed at 12:25 AM
5 Comments:
old boy? I thought our country is a kunt what? more like old girl...
nevermind you hang on there while we turn your kitty into a scally cum rapist. When he cums back, get ready to be on all four.
omg.. contradiction ! oh well, he's a tranny then !
And, oh, can't wait for kitty transformation. Thanks for trying to train him from kitty-with-a-blog to kitty-from-the-council-block ! Gud luck though !
haiyar you can look forward to a whole ball of partying in a while!
monotony and boredom isn't so bad you know. one gets accustomed, and learns to relish and enjoy it. blame me for not enjoying earlier!
but yes, i suppose in prison you would at least have lots of hot shirtless badboys to ogle at..
At least raise a toast to her divorce from the pasty old Brit then :P
carnie : monotonous can be good but i just needed some bloody rhinestones !
paul : Belated toast then ...
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