i want

my freitagggggggggggg. amongst a billion other things. you could say i'm a materialistic bitch. to a limited extent. ;)

that aside........

you know sometimes you get an itch but you can't seem to reach it although you scratch right on top of the spot that itches?

well in a way it's the same when i write stuff here. there's something that i want to say, but it just doesn't come out right! i spend way more time than you'd think writing this than you'd think. i'll start over again and again. and in the end a chunk of rubbish pops up and then i decide to leave it there. after all, i spent so much time so wtheck.

on a separate note, i think i'm old and dying. i get aches and mysterious pains all the time. now i'm getting chest pains that i usually get only during training. oh dearie me what will happen by the time i hit the big 2-0! i hope i wouldn't be in a wheelchair. but if i am, God forbid (is this considered as using God's name in vain; please enlighten me) ,please let it be an electric one with fart-rechargeable batteries with a hydraulic suspension system. tuned by lamborghini, perhaps?

wow there must a hundred words in this post. this is a blog so i can pretend i'm talking to you when i'm actually talking to myself! hello readers! whoever you are. i probably get 10 hits in 100 days but who cares! less people to see the crap here!