who killed bambi?
::: well these days are not those days it seems. first of all this morning i woke up at 5 AM (or 4 AM) - you decide -
and had a 10 seconds screaming with my flatemate who brought home 2 chicks and started to chat in the kitchen. i
went out and told something like this: i don't care if it's Margaret Techer with whom you having your tea party
but it's fucken' 5 AM and some respect to your flatmates would be nice and not to shout... and there were of
course some couple of fucken' and i can't understand frazes but i cannot remember them. So after that
i was just trying to sleep again but couldn't because thousands of thoughts were running in my mind, and of course
i could not stop them, want some pieces? then here you go:
. .. why do people forget to respect others when they are drunk?
. .. what am i doing here, have i forgot what i was heading to?
. .. tear out my soul and jump on it with high heels than give it back. thanx
. .. why people always uses little lies so to pretend they have "big stuff"/problem, which is that hard that
cannot be solved?
. .. will i be able to look into the mirror again?
. .. how can you say that you choosed the "right way" - alright now let's assume that there is something like
"right way", and we are not pushing ourselfs in a philosophical 'bullshit'
. .. am i able to learn how to 'integrate', and not to 'derivate' after 1 second?
::: 2 months now "... and it's getting worse ...". so people here's a statement: if i have to return then the only
way is the dark tunnel with no end. ok? OK.
::: and again a dear reader, who's willing to have his/her anonymity kept: he/she is from canada, using
mac and reading the rss with netnewswire :P i hope you won't act like yle.fi reader who stopped reading the blog
after i've blogged him/her. :) so speak up and let me
know who you are or at least some feedbacks would be nice sometimes - you know my email addr