Shit

Where the hell have I been?

Somewhat Candid

This is me writing from my phone and in bed. I haven't been posting much (again, as usually). I wonder how many more excuses I will put out before finally admitting to myself that I am just incapable of organising myself and my life.

A lot has happened during my absence here. A lot has not been happening too.

I am thinking of rebuilding a new chapter for ChimChum. Perhaps a different name.

...How many pen-names have I used? So inconsistent.

I miss you, ChimChum. And your characters. How have you been? What have you done? What have you achieved? How do you feel?

No editing this time. Let it be as raw as possible.

Need to get myself together in order to keep moving on.

I want a cold glass of OJ.

Sigh.

What are you gonna do about it?

It's 2012.

Nope

If you asked me again, I would say yes.
I would want to marry you,
settle down,
cook for you,
have children with you,
grow old with you.
Forever. Till the end of time.
If you asked me again, I would say yes.

Huuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh

Is it new year already???

Belated Halloween, Belated Thanksgiving, Belated Christmas, Belated Boxing Day, Belated New Year, Belated Chinese New Year, Belated Valentine's.

Did I miss out anything else?

How Many More Of This Have I Overlooked?

TheStepster: I don't know why I had not met you when I was in Perth. BAD TIMING SCREWS MY LIFE UP CRY isthatevengrammaticallycorrect?psh.

lickmycupcakes: HAHA. I'm sorrrryy! But it's mostly your fault anyway.

TheStepster: Oh I wasn't blaming you. Or myself. I was blaming bad timing. That's a thing, right?

lickmycupcakes: Sure *shrug*

TheStepster: I hate you.

lickmycupcakes: HAHAHAHA.






Awesome possum. (Your laughter remains invalid, Em.)

Today Feels Like A good Day

And so she types
And so she writes
And so she glides
And so she rides


She puts her words
She sings a song
Her brain is up
Her brain needs life


Push, push the voice
Push, push the nag
Get out, get out,
Clear up the cloud


Type, type she goes
Her fingers pause
What now, what now
Oh no they're gone