[ezcol_1half] IF YOU DON'T DO IT, SOMEBODY WILL [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] EVEN though, for quite a while now, you and I have been sort of sitting inside a semi-private room, staring at each other and talking about what I ate yesterday
"CHANCES ARE, YOU'VE HAD SOME SORT OF PROMISCUOUS ENCOUNTER
"I SUPERNOVA-SIZED MYSELF FOR YOU. IF THIS IS NOT LOVE
You know
Before I break this less amiable truth about myself amidst my holiday break with family, I first want to say that in spite of what I'm about to confess, please believe that I'm an otherwise OK human being deep, deep within. I stare at leaves and generate deep thoughts. I lovingly ignore children only because I'm afraid of what I might do to them. And when presented with uncertainty, I always choose the recyclable bin to throw my ambiguously categorized trash
Every Who Down in Who-ville Liked Christmas goose a lot
Sometime I amaze even myself on how I get inspirations for a post while being locked on top of this self-confined tower. Well, not to deter you from visiting (especially you who owns a white horse) but it's a tower sitting atop an oppressed world hidden inside a choking cloud of toxic smoke as far as the eyes can see, and guarded by, well not a dragon HA! I wish, but an army of creatures that to say mildly
No lattice-top? No pretty dashing colors of summer berries? Not even the scarce possibility of a scoop of ice-cream on top (people will eat anything with an ice-cream on top these days)(how's that heatwave going)? Just when my latest favorite creation was traffic-vetoed because of its less-than-fashionable appearance (A'ight, it may look Susan Boyle but that rice can fucking sing!), I can't believe I'm preparing to feature this visual question-mark