Friday, April 21, 2006

Life is one sad story.

I mourn my mediocre performance at the trust exam.
I mourn the demise of Ace Young from American Idol.
I mourn the passage of scores of mosquitoes into my bedroom (and their subsequent death) every night.

Why are we put into this world to suffer in cold, crowded rooms, get insulted by tight-shirted British men in front of millions of television viewers and ultimately die in the tiny hands of girls with permed hair?

Ok, so I'm being just a little melodramatic here.

But I can't wait for May. May May come as soon as possible.

-- tee @ 10:29 pm |