vanilla pops and banana skies

Friday, November 17, 2006

11:57 PM

poker!

Jack of all trades, master of none. Jack of all trades, master of none. Jack of all trades, master of none.

Somehow the empty spaces in my head seem only to multiply like spineless amoeba and meanwhile happily reject all meaningful bits of information I try to drill in. Like, jack of all trades, master of none. Perhaps if I pretended I couldn't see or tell, it would float in unnoticed.

People complain when they aren't given choices. It's a fight for liberty, they claim, and, excitedly (or as they would say, passionately), we are freedom fighters! People complain when they are given too many choices. There are so many cakes to taste I don't know which to start with, they say. But how ridiculous can it get, when so many don't even get to nibble on stale bread.

Tired! I shall stop thinking, my brain cells are giving way, giving way to the overcast black. It keeps things like eventual doom and the bane of mankind in its silver, glittery dinner clutch. Only the silver is engulfed in the glory of the darkness in tow, but yes, I am very sleepy!

Goodnight world, I'm counting on my eloquence in sleeptalking to convince shutterfly to work faster. Body repair time 10-2 here I come!

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