OK, let’s be honest, the reason that I am hardly ever writing on this gay, unvisited blog anymore is cos writing rants about shit and the other shit that is accumulating in my arsehole existence is just DEPRESSING and even knowing that I have this ‘All up my neck of the woods’ blog about my misfortunates is pretty reeeeetarded. I’m just talking to a brick wall, writing all this shit when karma is such a bitch. I don’t even get back anything for the niceness which I have given out. People say that you shouldn’t expect anything for anything you do. Well, I used to believe in that and never did, but now, I am wondering where that long overdue karma for me is. Did it get lost in the mail? Did whoever makes this thing called karma decide that it wasn’t for me? Life is a bitch without even thinking pessimisticly. My looks are enough to say that ‘God’ spent absolutely no time on me. My life is a shambles. I do not understand the meaning of going through this absolutely silly existence. I feel like I have been pushed onto the ‘Ridiculous Shitty Train’ and have become enveloped in a world where nothing good happens for no reason whatsoever. Access. Access is something that is just not accessible whatsoever. You think the words ‘lucky’or ‘convenient’ applies to my life? It never has. Everything has been out of my league. I feel like I’ve been pushed into a corner.
Like today, I was cleaning my room. Ha. Yes, for once,my day had come to clean my filthy, mould-ass room. And I’m even cleaning it on a day where the weather is humid and muggy as shit. My hair sticks to my forehead, I’m sweating, I feel bloated, and I’ve got my lights on in the afternoon. And right after I did my very best to clean things, I decide to push out the ugly piece of furniture with ugly red knobs out of my miniscule room and into the part of the hallway which leads into my room. All of a sudden, my room looks better. Not at all flash, but definitely better than what I knew. So now, I can put a chair at my desk and actually put my laptop on the desk and type out the shit I am typing right now. This is probably the first time I’ve actually used my computer on my desk in ages. My desk is usuallya dumping zone for the shit that has no home.
But then all of a sudden, the typical parentals come along and tell me that the ugly piece of furniture which I just moved out of my room can’t be there. And then they start ranting on about how it actuallycan fit into my room and how my bed is too big and much space there actually is to my room. What the fuck. THERE JUST AIN’T. I hate it when people make it like this tinsy winsy space which I have inhabited my whole life is actually big. Get a life!!!!! This is a freaking kid’s room. It ain’t some wannabe fashionista’s room. Nowhere near. My wardrobe is probably a metre in length and half a metre in width. I cannot fit my 5-minute fashion from Supre in there! I wanna redecorate my room but this is just killing it. There’s no use in starting something on a room that is just already yuck. It’s like, you can’t take heaps of makeup and make a retarded face like mine into freaking Lily Donaldson. Ugly ducklings will never be swans. Get the fuck over it. This shit ghetto will never be New York. And then the parentals start going on about how they’re gonna attempt to put back that ugly furniture in my room which is crying out for breathing space. No way. If I do, then I know my room is gonna become a filthy dump again. Like it always has!!! I’m listening to my Shania Twain CD right now and I just wish I was living in the countryside.
So I don’t know what to say. My room is an arse and so is my life. I feel like getting on my high horse and galloping away to the hills. And live in a beautiful country house and bake cookies and go to the beach and continue to listen to my Shania Twain CD. That’s what listening to Shania makes me wanna do! She inspires me to become a country bumpkin. Shania Twain, if you are reading this right now, tell me I should become a country bumpkin! I sure don’t have a house in the deep south but that don’t mean…………..OK, WTF????? I really am drifting off.
OK, this is really hot. Shania just about to get onto her high horse. This is how I want to live my life right at this second.
