Thursday, September 18, 2003
surfed thru a few blogs n saw this
'cross my heart n hope to die'
being repeated numerous times.
almost rolled my eyes n died of laughter.
but.....
it triggered off my memory when i was still in uk; how i wld force chewy to type for me my daily dosage of 150 'i love you's. shld she not comply to my demands, i wld kick up a big fuss. (had always been a spoilt brat). knowing that i wld think she chose to take the short cut by cutting n pasting, she blatantly left all her typo mistakes to act as 'proof'.
sweet.
i was such a tyrant.
i am such a tyrant.
i will always b such a tyrant.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
you konw waht?
to fcuk wtih crrocet selpling.
i bliveee taht eyrevnoe can mkae out waht im tiypng.
i am giong to do tihs wtih my tiiuton kid tmooorrw.
we salhl ejony oruslvees as lnog as tehir preants dnot srecw me up for tcaehnig tehm the wnorg tnihgs.
*i slahl keep my fngiers cossred.
n all of you, pary for me.
*simles.
tmie for tehm to unlaren waht tehy had been larening.
(no wndoer poelpe say we lraen tlil old)
there shld b a limit for the no of times a person can screw up her life.
snore.
so i can faster reach that limit n stop messing things up.
hmm, but then again, maybe there is really such a limit?
*tippaty tap.
wats the limit then?
5? 8? 32? 168? 832? 9542? 37892?
i shld stop disappointing pple.
yup, ive performed badly
----joraffe----
