I can’t take it anymore, can you take it?
I feel the walls are closing in on me.
This is vile and humiliating.
Who the f… are you, anyway?
I’m the one telling you to relax! Good lord, just a couple more minutes and we’re done.
Getting a hair cut is not lethal – damn, cramp in my calf, help me quick gotta get outta here, NOW!
The whole thing is hopeless.
They’re gonna getcha.
You better run now as long as you can, that’s not paranoid, it’s reasonable.
No use getting up this week, so if I just stay in bed, nobody will bother me with anything.
Ahhh, come on rain drops are not that lethal!
It was definitely the wrong turn to take.
I was lost, it was so dark, wet, and creepy.
Believe me there are better places for loitering.
This shifty little bugger snitched my pen.
That objection seems reasonable, at first!
I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.
I wouldn’t make a fuzz about it – but it was my favorite – I snitched it from my math teacher once.
So, you see it’s imperative I get it back.
My precious, my treasure … *cough* … sorry fishbone stuck in my throat.
Don’t let the fluffy furiness ensnare you – there is a criminal mind at work.
Does anyone know if you turn into something weird, after being bitten by a muskrat?
I was never into that superhero thing.
I’m having déjà-vu after déjà-vu, driving me crazy.
Daylight saving time a natural killer of brain cells.
I have constantly the feeling of: been there done that.
I’m confused, at times I forget what day it is – I’m stuck on Sunday, I deny the existence of Mondays.
I have no idea how many breakfast-coffees I had today, or yesterday, or the day before, but I’m trembling.
I guess, my shaking body might be some sort of alarm signal.
Daylight saving time – I’d rather save my sanity than daylight – there’s a new day every day, but you’re only given a limited amount of brain cells.
The mailman resembles Data more from day to day – I guess I watched too many episodes of …
… damn I can’t remember!
Well, probably I’m just tired, I should get me a coffee.
As I’ve become a major subject of interest in my neighborhood, lately, I get a lot of invitations to drop by for a visit.
I figured a nice housewarming present will never fail, so I brought along my famous:
The noble cockroach, had already claimed the whole territory, as far as I could tell.
The place could have used a bit of improvement.
No sighting of the kids, though.
They’re hiding – just shy I guess – they’ll come out when the fire alarm goes off.
After all, things tend to look better, when given a good wash …
Picture by chris friese
Yes, yes and yes! Romance is the proof that someone we love actually cares for us. I want yellow-little-post-it-love-notes-too, dammit. If you’re wondering what the hell I’m talking about click here – and cry – I did!
But, I’m in such a desperate state already, that I would take the Rice Krispies, too. What does that mean? I’m confused myself…
No Rice Krispies = No Love = No Life ?
Can’t be!
Picture by KellBailey
Let’s try it again.
Love + Romance = Rice Krispies ???
Not sure *scratch my head, think harder*
For me it’s probably more like:
Rice Krispies + Fortune Cookies = Happy for a while
No, don’t tell me, is it animal, mineral or from outer space?
Who died in there?
Is it supposed to be, so wet?
Uhh, I can’t eat that, I’m tryin to cut back, I guess!
There are still some changes in my will, when I’m done I’ll get back to you.
Picture by tinou bao
A good night’s sleep without a nightmare.
