The morning after

I’m so dreadfully exhausted I can’t think straight, let alone perform the mental acrobatics I usually require in my field of work. Wtf.

The downside of loving sleep is that you become physiologically dependent on it, and any lack thereof renders you a vegetable retard. Broccoli. Cabbage. Comprehende?

I don’t get why I do it.

Why I am all too capable of twisting something utterly straightforward into a roller coaster of bi-polar emotions.

Why a blanket myself in this shroud of defensiveness which ultimately stresses me out even more so than I already am.

Take a chill pill Barbie Soo.

Literally, maybe?

Should absolutely quit playing games that I already know I’ll ultimately lose. Which sucks balls.

Maybe my stupid 512mbwhatever brain will start functioning properly by tomorrow. Hopeful but not confident.


I’ve finally come to accept the fact that having “feelings” for a guy – any guy – has a profoundly bad effect on me.

It stresses me out. It distracts me. It makes me do things I shouldn’t do. It turns me into someone I’m not.

Abstinence rox my sox I guess.

So does a pint of Baskin Robbins.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. soon seng
    Dec 24, 2009 @ 15:23:55

    I realize that Baskin Robbins is the universal cure for a whole range of woes… Emotional Panadol.


  2. barbiesoo
    Dec 25, 2009 @ 17:42:59

    correct! altho haagen daaz sundaes rock even more!


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