Squeaking With Glee*

Taking a leisurely stroll down my road
I saw flowers a-peeking at me
Begging me to take pictures of them
Till they were squeaking with glee

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Don’t Fuck With The Feng Shui

Daddy and I have short quaint conversations
Usually with him trying to be funny and me protesting

Like just recently, he jovially suggested to me
“Hey why don’t you move out? Then i can rent out your room.”
“WhAT?@”
“You barely stay at home anyway!”
“Then where will all my stuff go!!!”
“Put in the hallway la.”
“hA. As if you’d do that, then your feng shui will be all screwed up.”
“…. nevermind can get money from renting out your room.”

Hah. There was slight hesitation.
My father won’t fuck with his feng shui wan.
Yay i win.

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A Little Bit ‘O Bread

and NO CHEESE!

That line has been repeating in my head repetitively the whole day
That’s just weird
Then again, some people say i’m weird

I’s reading GQ  in the office today
And there was this line that really amused me

Parts of the restaurant were made out of 2,500 year-old wood. And i guess that’s what 2,500 year-old trees aspire to become - doors.

It just struck me as tragic and funny at the same time.

As you can tell i’m just rambling for the moment
I don’t have any photoshoots today and am just reading magazines in the office
GQ tends to make me sarcastic, snobby and find fault with everything (no matter how miniscule) around me
Vogue tends to make me jaded and want every goddamn artsy fashionable glittery and expensive thing existing.
Want to be famous.
Want to be revered.
Want the perfect skin-toned body.
Want the perfect dermatologist. 
Want  e v e r y t h i n g.
Want want want.

Then again they also remind (and inspire) me of certain ThingsToDo that i’ve tucked away due to procrastination - the evil root of slowing down success

Like organize personal experimental photoshoots
And start painting again (which i haven’t done for so long i think it’ll all come out blobby now)
Read all my HalfWayRead books

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More Pies

AdamPeterPan is still calling me porkpie
I have gotten used to it as a loving nickname *self consoling*
He broke into a chant the other day

“Porkpie!… Mushroom Pie!… Chicken Pie!…”
“Oi… want to sleep alone tonight is it.” I steelily interrupted
“…… no.” *small voice*