Wednesday, March 26, 2008

SHORTY GOT
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Try to LOW LOWER?
*Sore throat*

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
WHOO BABYEEEE.

I snatched a ride home from training from awesome GRACIE. She offered, and saved me the embarrassment of unglamourously and shamelessly BEGGING for a ride.

Which of course, i dont do.

I NEVER beg for a ride.
How shameless.

Well.

Unless circumstances call for it. AND ITS NOT MY FAULT MY CIRCUMSTANCES ARENT VERY GOOD MOST OF THE TIME.



I was sauntering, very slowly, and very happily (because i didnt have to walk home) to the lift. There was this tall girl who looked like she stepped out of the front cover of Play Boy, and this heartthrob, who was so hot that i was sweating, were talking.

(do you reaslise how the crème de la crème, the elite, or the people of BEAU MONDE just seem to LEVITATE towards each other? Its like

Hot girl: Hey hottie, im hot too.

Hot boy: Oh finally, one of my kind.

Hot girl: YAY! Lets kiss.

*Kiss*

People around (who are not so beautiful but envy them with all of their souls and minds who see this): *whisper* I hate them.

BUT GOD MAKES THINGS FAIR. In a way. People who appeal to the eyes too much have more temptations than normal, mundane HAPPY, - notice i emphasize HAPPY- people. All those other HOTTIES around them VYING for their attention. Its not so easy to stay faithful.)

AH.

I've suddenly got a brainwave.

I was thinking, IS GOD REALLY FAIR?


How about all those kids who were born with mental illnesses and such? It's not fair that we, the NORMAL AND UNGRATEFUL WRETCHES WHO DO NOT APPRECIATE OUR HEALTHY BODIES should be normal and healthy.

THEN,
I thought. I think those kids with mental illnesses are happier than us. Alot happier, no worries, no plastic faces and no FAKENESS. They are happy, and they really dont give a shit about what others think about them. Its a fair exchange.

Phooey.

Then im thinking about those who die early and have PHYSICAL illnesses.
How about them?

All in Gods plan.

What an amazing, fantastic, mysterious God he is. Perhaps he loves them so much, he wants them in his kingdom early.

Perhaps.

Who knows?

OMG, i digress ALOT. Back to the story.
-Cut to the point-

So the girl and guy were waiting for the life, right? Then it came just as i bumbled happily into the life lobby. Then suddenly the atmosphere was tense.

I could practically FEEL the couple talking to each other in their heads. Or using some secret language only lovers can. Which NOBODY else can hear.

The Silent Convo

Girl: Eh, this stupid girl interrupted us.
Boy: Yah loh, i wanted to make out in the lift, like in that porn-ish book i read.
Girl: Aiya. Curse her la.
Boy: An-orh. Curse her.
Girl: CURSE HER.
Boy: CURSE HER LA.

Gee.
I could FEEL it.

So i gave them a sheepish smile and asked slighty incoherently "Are you gonna come?".

ARE YOU GONNA COME???!!!!
I nearly died of embarrassment.

Hoping i made the atmosphere for the couple more intense, i grinned my best grin as the girl looked strangely at me.

SWALLOW ME, i begged the ground, as i hit the -close- button of the lift.


I bet if i go press the lift button right now, they'll still be inside.

HAHAHAHA.
The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth, (check check! Lysander is sexy) you'll have to keep waiting to get the lift to yourself, Couple of the Year.

BOOTS WITH THE FUR
WHOLE CLUB
LOOKING AT HER
-Low

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