Monday, April 10, 2006

Why Am I Not Surprised

I feel so bitchy. I think I can be compared to Hotspur. Hot-headed and acting on the spur of the moment. And definitely not thinking before I make each move.

My hair makes me look like I possess an extra chromosome in my DNA. I shall pull it everyday and cast lengthening spells on my fringe to make it grow cos I do not like to look like a retard, however I-discriminate-against-handicapped-people this may sound, which is untrue.

Green house, go do some backups man! Our props are so pretty this year, don't you just feel this burning desire in you to head down to the upper forum and start manufacturing as many as you can? I'm sure a lot of you are more artistically inclined than I am, who's sitting here in front of the computer writing big gold Gs on big green plates and creating a disaster whenever I place the pen nib on the plastic. And creating disasters isn't even in my job description!! So would you rather be lazy and come make at least 1 or 2 sets of props per pax, or have ugly props to wear and carry on 28 april?

Oh right who even reads this anyway?

I'm prepared to say goodbye to my voice if this keeps up. I know, who asked me to shout so loud right? Yeah, who did?

I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE :)

Alright I'm sticky from standing in the sun for 1.5 hours so, byebye and see you the next time I have more grievances to be made known to the public via the World Wide Web.