Is this the last of me?

I haven’t been writing much, I know. To blame it all on work and time constrains would be a lil bit too indulgent since I suspect my boss reads my blog sometimes. Thing is, I’ve mused closing down this blog for good but then again I do occasionally gets an irrepressible itch to pen one-liners that no one, at times myself, can’t comprehend. Or destructive pieces that would make my offspring believe mummy blogs from an asylum.

Truth be told, I do not have an excuse and somehow I feel I don’t need one. It is back to the basics for me: I write when I feel like writing. Or when I’m hit by a sudden brainwave and have the need to impress some fucktard. But that don’t normally happen.

Cause I’m the only existing fucktard around. (Or do you beg to differ? )

Hence, do not expect much from this humble space of mine. In fact, have no expectations at all! I might cease to exist or maybe..... I might still be around someday. Gd Day!

Random

I am sick. It is about time. And today I realized, on top of my highly adverse reaction to dust, I am allergic to congregation that does not centre on me. But nonetheless, I love my bro. Happy engagement.

On another note, my man turned a year older today. I have hot choc sauce, a bath tub and an empty room. My possibilities are endless. Still... happy birthday love!