Today's Muse: Cold Tea

For the kids outside next to the pool swearing because you think it makes you sound older;

Please shut the fuck up and quit trying to shag each other whilst tied to the pillars. Happy birthday to you, screech-of-a-girl, many happy returns and all that. Kindly take your guests somewhere else.

Thank you.

I threw a water balloon at them just now, from the third floor room I'm situated in at the moment. Didn't shut them up, but felt curiously satisfying.

Speaking of apartments, a long-overdue announcement: Due to unforeseen circumstances and all-too-obvious fucktarded behaviour I am moving for the second time this month, up north to Sengkang.

I'm not angry. Not now, anyway. It's more of a resignation. Occasionally I feel it, a fierce bubbling, and I rage to the nearest person who will listen. Then as quickly as it came, it goes; the beast falls dormant and I move as though asleep.

Which isn't just some poetic babble; I've walked into so many varied things this week I must be sleep-walking. Walls, boxes, desks, people, doors, over-stuffed turkey mascots, you name it.

You know what? I am angry. Annoyed at how wishy-washy she is about the whole thing. Enraged with him for using us to mask the real cause of his discomfort. Worried sick over the children. STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET, WOMAN.

You look at my brothers and sisters, and you'll see an entire spectrum - the different ways a relationship can turn out, y'see. One couple, too young, but might work if they grow up at the same time. Another pair who've never had anything in common and only lasted this long because

Fuuuuck. (Always wanted to actually write that.)

Fallen into that trap again. Mountains out of molehills.

What a dreary post.

Um.

G'night.