Tuesday, July 15, 2008
55. @ 11:38 pm
I just typed a whole lot of rubbish and deleted it because I guessed that it would be an eyesore to readers and I wouldn't want that because no one would visit my blog and tag me beautiful words of encouragement or write me nice long letters on pretty letter paper or converse with me in the complex language of Moo Moo Town just because I hurt their eyes and not communicating with me is just their way of taking revenge. What vindictiveness!
And I realise that was a paragraph filled with nonsensical logic that I cannot help but type because my mind is in a confused state right now even though it's supposed to be at rest at such an hour like this.
I actually think doodling would be a better cure than typing words that I, myself, do not understand but it doesn't matter as long as my blog isn't let to die.
I want to dream again. I want to dream of fresh, green grass and elegant, white unicorns and cotton candy clouds and rainbows in the sky and balloons of every colour and me just sitting there watching all these things come to life.
AND THERE WILL NOT BE A SINGLE MOSQUITO IN MY DREAM BECAUSE THEY'VE ALREADY GOTTEN ENOUGH FROM ME, ACCOMPLISHING FIVE BITES IN HALF AN HOUR.
"Mummy, get her back online now!"