Ephemeral Delusion

Sunday, June 20, 2010, 1:21 AM

I’m totally burnt out for the weekend, hey what is weekend anyway for me? During term time it is simply an “overly-romantic” sham to put my bum to more endless sitting down topped with firing of neurons; quite on the contrary summer wasn’t any better. Level of activity wise, albeit a stark contrast across the spectrum between the former, and I’m slightly embarrassed to admit that my acrimonious ramblings are more than often so the opposite of what I honestly feel inside. Ultimately at the end of a difficult day, what could be more rewarding than a silent room with falsetto music lingering and an ice cold drink reeking within my proximity?

I wonder sometime, if I could muster such immerse amount of strength to magically put time to a halt, will I be missing this perfect time of day? Up till now I firmly refuse to label the mountain of undone tasks as “work”, but preferring the flagrantly biased euphemism "stuffs." Don’t question, I thought its just about time to flung the Type A out of the window for my own betterment. I’d rather be called a flakey lab geek than to spend the next half of my life with a constant tremble tic on either edge of my mouth.

Wit equates to mojo, and I have contrived a scheming plan that can potentially mercilessly humiliate person x so much so to widen the gap, if it is not evident enough yet. Shall we play?




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