Cynical Bitch

Was rudely awakened by the alarm clock this morning. Think i was happily dreaming when the alarm clock sang its annoying tune. Damn... what a way to start the week. >~<>

A friend just told me about another friend's blog. Caught a sneek peek at it. Urm.. let's just say it's enough to leave my hair standing for a week. It's just soooooooooooooooooooooooo mushy. Love, love, looooove & more LOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

I admit. I'm not the typical girl next door who gushes non-stop at how awfully cute the cupcake is, how adorable the little baby looks like, or how sweet the flowers smell. More likely I'll be whining on how awfully sweet the cupcake tastes, how noisy the baby is crying, and how badly it would stink if the flowers wither. Yes, I'm cynical & bitchy as well.

I dun view life as a journey on the rainbow with a pot of gold at the end. Rather, it's a journey on a bed of nails with a pot of dung at the end. I dun see things as rosy n cheery. Rather, it's bleak n urm.. bleah. Every minute of life isn't living, every minute of life is dying. 'Nuf said.

Sad to say, i'm managing my life with quite a pathetic combi. Hit by frequent bouts of stupidity, this makes me a stupid, cynical bitch. Great. Pop the champagne, and I'll mostly likely to hit myself with the champagne cork. Don't believe it? Try falling off the bus. It takes tremendous stupidity to do it. & I'm still nursing my sore foot after all these months. #&(@&#((#@....