Urgh! When Life's but a total mess...

I like to blame my workload when it comes to how messed up my personal life is. It's easy and worked out charmingly. Things gone terribly wrong and voila, with one go I would say ' God, I think it's because of the work I've been through all this week. I'm sorry, I'll make it up for you"...

But not this time

I've seen others around me with lives so cranked up with deep shit that they would rather die. I've seen people went loco because ah!yes, the problem just wouldn't go away. But never will I place myself in between those categories. Just want to say, I'm fashionably messed up. First and foremost, I would like to convey my eternal thanks to my never ending workload (see, I did it again...) for messing up my life. Next, to those insignificant others who'd been making ho hums, gyrating gossips and twisting facts ( and to the disgrace of all men, I've finally met 'gossip guy' who is fucking straight but had a mouth of a whore). I'm virtually shouting for a make over. And so, after all those noodling around, I will resolve to this:

1. Forget that pesky gossip guy who said he's Adonis but as a matter of fact he's like a cheap hooker with issues.

2. Organize my entire life starting from A to Z including getting all those laundry done, shirts well pressed, books eccentrically arranged, bedroom sparkling clean, catch up with the whole week of Lesson Plan ( I went for the Interior Athletics Championship so that is one good excuse), my pre-semester test, Jadual Waktu Induk, yadda,yadda,yadda...Argh!! Hell! Back to square one.

3. I really need a booze right now..

= All messed up and no one to choke = (*.sigh)