If all the world’s a stage and all the men and women merely players; with their exits and entrances? Can I play an evil, sadistic murderer who shoots Dimple right into his heart so I watch him bleed out then take out his mangled bullet-ridden heart out and stomp the last living breathing vessels to a pulp?I’d retire my role after that and die knowing I’ve made the world a much better place. That thought has just made my dayJ. Yeah the vicious murderer definitely feels like the role for me…
When things finally calm down in my head, I can't wait to sleep for ten hours and wake up to watch another endless hours of sitcoms because I'm not desperately trying to keep busy so my head soesn't go on overdrive asking questions I may never get answers to. Nkt stupid life.
It's a grey morning, just the way I like em, nice and drab. Today I'll carry my camera around and capture smiles everywhere so that I might replace the plastic smile I've been working on with a real one..the sun may just need to come out for that one.
So today morning I got word that my cousin was in hospital burnt to a crisp attempting to rob some guys he clearly underestimated. Ouch! Guess some lessons have to be burnt into you..hope he survives to learrn it though, poor guy..
It's a slow day, morning, I should study for my cat later on in the evening, think I'll go buy a shoes, makes more sense or finish watching misfits, loving their Bree-ish accent! So bloody sexy!
Craving wine, vodka and chicken wings..kinda strange..
