Cystified
How long has it been since I last logged into this account? 2 weeks? A month? I can't remember... not that it matters anyway.
Life has been simple yet complex at the same time. Unsettling news, wasted leaves, trips to the dreadful place where the nurses are so rude! Argh... I don't understand why this would be the hospital of choice for most expectant mothers. I'm glad my mum had the good sense to choose a private hospital.
Maybe. Just maybe... to amuse myself, I'll finally ask the guy in the white coat if his profession has immuned him to females. What if he is actually gay? Now that will be interesting.
So am I feeling jittery about what's up & coming? Nope. Well, maybe I'll be a mite terrified on that day but I'm kinda looking forward to the rest. People gasp when I say that aloud... perhaps I'm really a sadist, no wait, a maschoist. But frankly, I'm tired.
Will a change in scenery do me good? But where else would I get the perverted pleasure of verbally abusing someone daily? Someone who is my boss no less! Hmm... tough. It ain't easy being a bitch.
I haven't been able to write in the longest while. This applies to the template codes I'm suppose to be doing. Thoughts are constantly fluttering in my head but it remains contented doing just that - fluttering about in bits and pieces. I seem to have lost my ability to be coherent.
Funny, I do seem to recall that the problem had nothing to do my brain cells. Bitchiness & bimbotism, can the two co-exist?
Apparently so in my case. Yay! I'm a bimbotic bitch who makes no sense! Ain't that swell?!
Lalalala...
