Monday, October 24, 2005

As Bad As It Gets, Remember, It Can Always Get Worse

I wish I was the type of angel that visits people, often in they're sleep, and shows them the relevation presetned above.
Why?
Because I'm sick of people whinging who shouldn't be whinging.
I wish I could make their lives worse, just when they thought it couldn't get much worse.
I would like to push these people right to the edge.
I wouldn't push them over.. not all of them.
I just want to make them see that there's a larger world out there where really bad shit happens, and the dilemmas of their day-to-day lives are insignificant to people other then them, noone gives a shit.

Storms in tea-cups.

I don't like tea-cups.
I wish I were also the type of angel that breaks tea-cups.

3 Comments:

Blogger DH said...

When one lives in such a state that one realises that he or she is frustrated and concerned by the due date for an university essay, that person must also realise that he or she has a fantastic life.

12:11 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are these the rants of a mad woman, or just someone who needs to get laid?

11:15 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey! im allowed to whine.

whinge whinge whinge. this is chem eng after all

Lauren

10:04 pm  

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