......my life that is. Yeah I was pondering over as to what my life is and I realized I sooo need to get one.
First of, my apologies to the "couple" of readers of my blog. I haven't visited this world in a long, loooooooooooong time.
So back to my "philosophies". I am again on bed rest. Everyone thinks I am so lucky and that I just chill and sleep. Trust me its not THAT great for the following reasons:
1) Since it concerns my back, I cannot even THINK of wearing anything above 0 inches. And if you know I practically live in my sky high stilettos.
2) I can only read so much, surf so much and sleep so much that I got nothing to do. There is ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY nothing to eat and the T.V. is kinda broken down. So I try counting the cracks on the ceiling and look for any lizards that I might want to clobber.
3) Speaking of reading I have started simply hating the books I read. I mean why does there have to be a love story or a romance blossoming in every godforsaken book I read? I feel so worthless. I should try reading murder mysteries but then again even they have the stupid romance between the main guy and his extremely-hawt-drop-dead-gorgeous-should-not-be-alive sidekick. And then they have these snidey remarks about each other and then bam! Guess what? They are at the altar professing their love, the mystery gets solved and everyone is teary eyed saying how beautiful these endings are! Sigh! Pretty, ain't it? Yuck! I should probably read something like "World's most wanted Serial Killers" or "Organizational Behaviour". I am pretty damn sure and give you writing in blurd (blood) that they do NOT have any love story blossoming within them! (FYI people: I HATE Mills and Boons EVEN when my love life was blossoming. The books are just plain sad and not in an emotional kind of way).
4) Its 04:10 am. What more explanations do you want?