Posted by psych at May 8th, 2007

Adorable me. And the crap that comes along with it. My marks are suffering. And I have no fucking idea why. Just physics though. Rest’s fine. Knn. Fingers-friggin-crossed I don’t majorly screw up anything. I don’t need it. Not now anyway.
So many things happened in the past month. Suffice it to say that it’s one I won’t want to relive. Maybe if I’m mentally masochistic. Gimme all you’ve got Mr.Real Life. It feels so gooood. Ahh…. ahhh…. mmm….. But I’m not masochistic. Physically, maybe..

How about a little story. Someone keeps posting em poems and only god knows(well almost literally) how bad my poems are. Post count UP!

Wonderwoman crouched beneath the cramped dresser, half-naked. She glanced at the darkness beyond the light from the half-closed bathroom door. Something, or someone, was watching her, and she knew it. Her mind was seething with what seemed like anger and a hint of fear but she stilled her erratically beating heart lest it give her position away. If she was going to make it out without losing her life, or anything else, she knew she had to plan her escape well. Rash decisions would only serve to push the scales of balance the other way, much to the delight of her pursuer. She knew that both of them were on equal footing. She also knew that the dresser was a pathetic excuse for a hiding place. A stalemate was not what she needed. But something was always better than nothing.

Oh my god. It’s not a sex thriller or anything. Doesn’t look like something I’d read so I don’t know where that came from. Maybe those real life crazy crime books. lmao. Looks like I’d be better off with poems. If I make it obscure enough, you guys will eat it up. =p I just realized I named the chick wonderwoman. That was supposed to be a draft name. Lets just keep it. Btw, if you didnt know, the story’s purpose is to elongate=p my post. I promise I’ll find some awesome realization soon. Just not today. This is, as can be expected of me, another rant post. Becoming a habit. Who cares anyway?
Right? Thats all you’re getting. I don’t like typing up stories. So the time spent on that might just have been a waste for me. Enjoy tho. The universe isn’t bugging me as much as it used to. Less ponderings or ‘mind-wanderings’ to post. You know, stuff along the lines of why god created the world, is Darwin a genius, how big IS the universe, will I ever get the children I want or will I get ones I kill in their infancy *gasp* I’m not a damn savage. *prays for hot children who are hot enough to make me proud of them yet are not future:sluts/paris hiltons [same thing as the previous one really]/ idiots/ bad drivers/ splurgers. Untrue rambling. I will love my child no matter what. Even if s/he kills people for money.

Hmm. The “s/he” thing just made me think. What is it like to be parents of a transsexual person? I use the term transsexual lightly because I cant be arsed to figure out the difference between transgendered and transsexual. It must suck either way. I could include a funny pic at the bottom but the internets getting screwy lately. Uploading is a bitch. Maybe just to this site tho. My downloads are on track =) Oh, I may just post a spiderman inspired poem soon. o0. Sounds good eh?
Until my next adventure,

pSyCh