Just how long before this goes down?
Bits & Pieces
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Trackspin: Gazette - Reila.
Sebastian has a bruise on his right hand at the knuckle. Therefore, he is unable to make much use of his right hand, despite the fact that he is right handed. Okay, he can make use of his right hand, except that it hurts quite a bit. As a direct result of the bruise, he is unable to flip anybody off, as he was once so used to. It is also important to realise that he's fighting the pain as he types out this blastedly stupid entry.
Somehow, I feel it all again. Twice in as many days. I should stop fucking making any plans. Dropping plans seem to have a way of going bad for me. And I now personally hate myself. So much for being drowned in despair in my own zone. Thank you very much.
Food for thought: Messages still cannot seem to convene a particular thing like a voice can. That thing is known as tone. How you can come across as sarcastic just needs a tweaking with how you read it perhaps, or a different way or phrasing the sentence, maybe a rearrangement of words.
I think I should try playing with Inez with this bruise. Wonder how bad it'll hurt. I don't know the extent of the injury, all I know is that I can't grip anything properly.
Suddenly I feel like playing chess. There's this glass chess set in my room that hasn't been touched. So yes, I feel like playing chess. Alone. By myself. Take it that either Seb is getting eccentric with age, or he's fucking becoming a schizophrenic. Either ways, I think this could be cause for worry.
As for those of you who think that now's the best time to talk about me or make fun of me, take note that I can still flip people off with my left hand, and I'm ambidextrous at quite a number of tasks.
got around to thinking @ 8:29 PM
Sebastian has a bruise on his right hand at the knuckle. Therefore, he is unable to make much use of his right hand, despite the fact that he is right handed. Okay, he can make use of his right hand, except that it hurts quite a bit. As a direct result of the bruise, he is unable to flip anybody off, as he was once so used to. It is also important to realise that he's fighting the pain as he types out this blastedly stupid entry.
Somehow, I feel it all again. Twice in as many days. I should stop fucking making any plans. Dropping plans seem to have a way of going bad for me. And I now personally hate myself. So much for being drowned in despair in my own zone. Thank you very much.
Food for thought: Messages still cannot seem to convene a particular thing like a voice can. That thing is known as tone. How you can come across as sarcastic just needs a tweaking with how you read it perhaps, or a different way or phrasing the sentence, maybe a rearrangement of words.
I think I should try playing with Inez with this bruise. Wonder how bad it'll hurt. I don't know the extent of the injury, all I know is that I can't grip anything properly.
Suddenly I feel like playing chess. There's this glass chess set in my room that hasn't been touched. So yes, I feel like playing chess. Alone. By myself. Take it that either Seb is getting eccentric with age, or he's fucking becoming a schizophrenic. Either ways, I think this could be cause for worry.
As for those of you who think that now's the best time to talk about me or make fun of me, take note that I can still flip people off with my left hand, and I'm ambidextrous at quite a number of tasks.
got around to thinking @ 8:29 PM
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