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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

periwinkle.

i think i could self-destruct anytime now. i am in a very very foul mood and i hate it. even after making a conscious effort to cheer myself up - smile a bit, laugh a few, using a very soothing and calming blue colour with a sissy name for this blog entry - i got into a worse mood because i ended up feeling like a fraud.

i can get very nasty when i'm moody, doesnt matter if it's just slightly or extremely. every word becomes a snarl, a sneer. every sentence becomes a shout fest. i actually think i'm doing very well right now. i still have a partial sense of control because believe me, i am already doing my best not to smash the crap outta this computer, kick the cat shitless or switch on the air-conditioning to further exacerbate global warming. about kicking cats - i personally think i have, although rarely exhibited, a very sadistic streak, particularly towards animals, particularly cats. the thought of throwing cats down from the top of the opposite apartment brings a rather sinister grin to my face. thinking about how terrified they'd be, their alarmed and high-pitched, practically ultrasonic meows that even mariah carey's infamous high notes cannot beat as i throw them overboard; paws flailing about trying to claw at imaginary walls; the lovely sonic boom as they reach supersonic, break-neck (pun intended) speeds; and their once perpetually arrogant expressions now replaced by horror-struck countenance, forever immortalised as i parachute down, whipping out my camera to snap the apparent suicide... then the glee-inducing thud as they hit ground zero.

JUST HOW COOL IS THAT?

*elevator music*

i'm both disturbingly shocked and pleasantly, oh no, chillingly surprised at myself for such horrendous thoughts. creepy much?

sign of the cross and prays
"In the name of Jesus! I reject that thought and imagination. I send you to Jesus right now."
oh lord almighty, cleanse my mind of thoughts so evil. i beseech thee!

soft light filters through the stained glass windows and hymns play in the background as i wait for divine intervention

evil thoughts still pollute me mind. oh well, i tried.
but hey, who cares because i feel better now! bwahahaha

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