June 24, 2006
They scuffle around the house with
that noisy slippers
and open my door abruptly just to ask
something and don't close it again.
Then I have to hear all the nagging
at my sister and more slipper noises.
Guess who?
And despite numerous complains the clothes
always seem to be on the towel rack.
And the ones who contributes to the mess
are the ones not doing housework.
And the nobody notices housework being
done until someone stops doing them.
Then they all start complaining.
Not even a word of thanks for the housework done.
I don't have a job. I don't get paid
and yet I'm working my ass off here
because I hate mess.
Or maybe just blame me that I've been
such a light sleeper since?
Or for not wanting a job but yet
siphoning money out of them?
Or for the mess on my table that's not mine?
Or for throwing huge A4 sized magazines
in the dustbin next to me and watch it
topple it's contents out everytime?
Those junk are not mine.
Yes you dumb idiot, why don't you find a job?
Then who will do the housework?
And as everyone already knows I hate money.
Spending a month worth of allowance
in 2days can't even buy happiness.
At the very most, short term.
But what the shit.
Bottom line, I still don't like money.
I really don't know what I'm talking
at times now.
Everything's just driving me crazy.
No, they just pile up themselves
up that mountain of insanity.
It's gonna topple one day, very soon.
I don't wanna know when.
5more days. I'm not looking forward to it.
I still wanna go.
How now?
-nIx- @ [[10:01 AM]]
They scuffle around the house with
that noisy slippers
and open my door abruptly just to ask
something and don't close it again.
Then I have to hear all the nagging
at my sister and more slipper noises.
Guess who?
And despite numerous complains the clothes
always seem to be on the towel rack.
And the ones who contributes to the mess
are the ones not doing housework.
And the nobody notices housework being
done until someone stops doing them.
Then they all start complaining.
Not even a word of thanks for the housework done.
I don't have a job. I don't get paid
and yet I'm working my ass off here
because I hate mess.
Or maybe just blame me that I've been
such a light sleeper since?
Or for not wanting a job but yet
siphoning money out of them?
Or for the mess on my table that's not mine?
Or for throwing huge A4 sized magazines
in the dustbin next to me and watch it
topple it's contents out everytime?
Those junk are not mine.
Yes you dumb idiot, why don't you find a job?
Then who will do the housework?
And as everyone already knows I hate money.
Spending a month worth of allowance
in 2days can't even buy happiness.
At the very most, short term.
But what the shit.
Bottom line, I still don't like money.
I really don't know what I'm talking
at times now.
Everything's just driving me crazy.
No, they just pile up themselves
up that mountain of insanity.
It's gonna topple one day, very soon.
I don't wanna know when.
5more days. I'm not looking forward to it.
I still wanna go.
How now?
-nIx- @ [[10:01 AM]]
