Okay, I'm going to be completely honest here. Its now *checks clock* 5a.m. and I cant sleep. I was woken up at 4.30 a.m. by irritating noises which i hear on the mornings that I'm not fortunate enough to be in a deep enough sleep in. I wish I could get back to sleep now so badly. My class starts an hour later than it usually should on Mondays, which means an extra hour of sleep, but what am I doing? Being woken up by morons who not only have no sense of timing, but bug the hell of other peoples timing as well. Oh yeah, there's also the asshole who comes every sunday at 6.30a.m. ON A SUNDAY and yells fish and squid repeatedly. WHAT IN HIS RIGHT MIND WOULD HE TRY TO ACHIEVE YELLING AT PEOPLE AT THAT UNGODLY HOUR!!!?? Would one even have the mood to go buy the damn fish with one bloodshot eye at that time on a SUNDAY morning?!
I needed my sleep. I was actually looking forward to starting the week because of my oh so pointless weekend of having nothing interesting to do. Weirdly, this was a Monday I was actually looking forward too.
Every monday is like this. Every monday is a new story. Some brilliant way to start the week always happens on a Monday such as this. Everyone's got a Monday story. I'm not the only one. If you don't have a Monday story, you probably begin your week on tuesday then, which means skipping whatever traditional Monday ritual that normal people usually do.
Blogging this early on a Monday morning is not considered a normal Monday ritual. This isn't me telling you what happened today, oh no. Far from it, its only PARTLY why I'm typing this. I'm actually trying to preserve my sanity as much as I can. Since I live alone and nobody is responsive at 5 in the morning for a little chat, I blog.
Did you know that besides dog, "bitch" is also the female representation for wolf, fox and otter? I didn't know that.
Oh yeah, one more thing. If that dumb idiot shithead of a rooster attacks me again for no reason, I WILL KILL IT by kicking it into the monsoon drain which i walk beside every day. I would like to formally make a pre-apologetic plea to all the animal lovers out there like my brother Joshua and my good friend Charisha. This just has to stop. I walk that path every day and I try me level best not to step in any of its droppings, not to trod on ANY patches of rice that is supposed to feed it, I even whistle a little so I don't startle the damn thing if I don't see him while I'm walking. The rooster keeps smacking my leg with its wing after making like some sort of a rhinoceros charge at me, but if that fowl tries to peck, or claw at me and/or if i bleed, that sonovabeech is asking for it. But I'll start by messing with its mind first, by eating a piece of fried chicken as I walk by it, y'know, just to show it I mean business. hahahaha..... I have killed his kind before in cold blood, I didn't like it and I wasn't proud of it but I WILL do it again if I have to.
God, I'm feeling so heartless, soulless and twisted right now.........
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