Hu would have thought i actually did it... yes ladies and gentelmen.. i actually managed to wake up at 6am and went for a run...(but after that,i'm neva goin to listen to him again.... oh ya.. wanna bet... ouch.. stop hittin me...u'll do wat i say.. alright alright..) everything was alright till i hit the end of the driveway.. den along came a wall.. not a big one. just a little stitch.. after i cleared that hurdle... den came along shinsplins... that kinda lasted all through out the run.. but after a while kinda lost focus on the pain and started to noctice the out of breathness... but i guess tat was all part of the running process.. Surprised to say.. in skool, i was not only not tired.. but pumping and ready to go..
on the way home.. dropped by Tesco's.. the local supermarket.. and did some grocery shoppin... bought heaps of stuff.. that means i won't have to do it agin for a week or so.. but the down side is.. i had to carry it back home... and tat sure was a task... general word to the readers... if contents are heavy, use double bags... reaching the other side of the crossing, a bag gave way and a bottle dropped out and it started rolling towards the road, which at that point, the light turned green, and the big white truck started to go... this means... well u get the picture.. if not... diddems.. anyway.. thanks to my 'great' football skills, i managed to dribble the bottle out of harms way wif out puttin my self in danger.. after that audeal... up the hill i hiked to get to my place.. nearing the top, another bag gave way.. this time releasing cans of breakfast goodies... this time i could not really be bothered.. so i just stood there and watched as the cans came to a stop on the grass.. wat a day....
Been thinkin.. Hallmark makes great cards for all kinds of occasion.. but wat if there is something u want to say to someone but don quite have the guts to do so.. it would be alot easier just to give them a card won't it? and i m not tokin about the 'i think i like u' crap... i m tokin about the 'i fuckin hate u, u made my life hell.. burn bitch burn..' cards... and hopefully when they open it, they get a papercut which den gets infected meaning they have to amputate.. which den during some freak accident during the operation resulting death.. or even better still.. permernent disfiguration... which den would cause them to loose all form of confidence and having to crawl back in to tat little hole where they belong... And all will be just...
Not goin out to anyone in perticular.. just a thought...
Well if hallmark ever is interested.. here is a couple......
U have made my life miserable.......... * Burn mofo..
U are the devil........ * stop tempting me or i'll have to send u back to hell!!
*when u open the card...
i swear the last part was the other person tokin.. i think i may be a skitso..... u may be but i'm not... freak..
