'In an ever changing world of gender, who knows what I'm going to end up being. But in the end, I want to morph into something I'm comfortable with.

Wednesday, March 10, 2004  

thanks vern momsie!
i love you.( times3843846564963413640463463574361043)

i just got home.
am drenched. and i have paint splattered all over my body. and clothes.
and the worse thing is, the paint cannot be washed away.
oh fuck. my bathing ape. my supremes. (i sound like a bloody showoff.)
ah. wear to seep la.

mamboing tonight.

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On the way home,
Gloomy, wet and cold.
The rain must have got me.

Nobody likes the sun when she's too egoistic.
When she burns too brightly,
Everyone retreats.
Nobody likes the sun when she doesn't appear too.
Everyone's gonna curse and swear,
For they need the sun to keep themselves warm.
I guess the sun should just learn how to emit the right amount of sunshine each day.
Not too much, not too little.

The sun isn't doing her job. again.
She has been hiding for the past 3 days.
She peeked out this morning though.
But slipped back behind the clouds again.
Perhaps she's tired.
But hell. I'm tired too.

I'm sick of her stupid games. her promises, her lies.
One moment she's all hot and fiery.
But the next moment she disappears,
And the world goes all grey and sad.
I'm sick of her making me think she's staying for good.
But just when I'm decked out in my finest,
She retreats and sends the rain pouring onto me.
Leaving me wet and shivering.
Well, I'm never gonna trust in her again.
She has pushed her luck way too far.
It's the last straw today.

muttered @ 1:46 AM.

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