eat broccoli.

i like this weather
it’s nice
the shadowy clouds block away
the sun

because only guess what?
the sun
gives me freckles
damn freckles

dark, heavy clouds means
rain
i like the rain
it’s a fashion show

it shows my fashion-able
rainboots
splashing, splashing
in tiny puddles

’cause i dont like the mud
mud:
another word for rain
and dirt

i like this weather
it’s nice
but let’s be careful and put on
sunscreen

I have quite a few problems, but one problem in particular definitely stands above the rest: my inability to say what I mean. What durr, you say? Well basically, I always say the opposite of what I actually mean. There are two reasons why I do this…

-sometimes I’m shy or embarrassed, so I disguise the Truth in its Opposite

-(lisa pointed this one out) I like to defy people just to spite them; it’s pointless, I know

This may have been a delayed apology, or an apology in advance but I’m sorry for all the times when I (have/will) say the opposite of what I truly mean for whatever twisted reason I have and have made life more complicated for you.

That’s all for now!

Love ya later

inspired by erica’s and pariya’s blog, i decided to go back to ‘em good ol’ blogging days. i remember when i use to have xanga, i’d always use it for stalking purposes. tehhe im not gonna lie to you.

so today, angel gave me wedding invitation work to do again. making wedding invitations make me feel so artsy, crafty and girly. but when it’s done angela-style, it’s just clumpsy. i dont know how i did it, but i scratched myself against the tape dispenser and i accidently cut myself. and then i walked into the wall while heading towards the kitchen. accident-prone much? i think not

so i just finished my ice cream cone and im watching ‘america’s got talent.’ they’re playing the ‘redneck act’ right now, they’re so talented. ba ba ba baaaaaaaa, ba ba ba ba ba ba ba bummm ba ba ba ba bumm and so forth.  (i’ve always secretly wanted to be on a reality tv show)