Saturday, August 16, 2008
Phillip Pirrip
I've become a very angry person lately. I just ripped the keypad out of my phone in frustration two minutes ago. Then after realising that it was a very stupid thing to do, I humbly tried to fix the stupid thing back in. Anyway the thing can't fit properly into the grooves anymore, because you know, it's not meant to be detachable. So the keypad now bulges out like a big pimple, and I can't slide my phone up and down nicely anymore. And to think two years ago when I first got Jackson, I promised to love him and give him all my care. To sum up my day, I was violently greeted by a kind reminder, that promises don't mean anything. Promises are fleeting, expendable, dispensable, not worth half the effort making them. Oddest people make you oddly happy and the oddest hour - The Adventures of DEEDEETOMATO AND JIMMYPOTATO. My fault, again. My fault. My fault. My fault. My fault. I could type that again and again. My fault. My fault. My fault. My fault. My fault. And this sorry well of self-pity is grossing me out.
tried to hunch; 11:58 PM