i'm Mrs Slacker.
i'm doing the most "glamourous" stuff on earth!
building up fats,
lazing around like a lazy bummer,
daydreaming,
slack like no one's business.
the worst part is i'm building up fats.
oh gawd.
it happens even when i'm in school.
those kinda stress makes me eat more.
so what freaking stress i have now?
stress over doing nothing.
something i needa add on,
it's a surprise to me that i'm numb to life as a mass comma.
seeing fake people faker than pam.anderson's fake boobs.
sighz.
i used to scream the ass outta my ass (erm, eh?),
whine about how materialistic some people are,
complain about how life sucks being a mass comma...
but i'm also part of this big mass comma family.
that makes me a fake person too right? ( take away the fake boobs part)
more than often, i meet or catch up with old friends out of poly.
these are the times when i feel real.
really "real".
therefore, i can't blame people for having the misconceptions of mass commas.
there's nothing much WE can do.