shit. and turbans and other various sorts of clothing.
ok.
there is a lot of work;
like fuck, seriously.
when the shit hits the fan,
you are dent dent dent,
and man, its the fucking end.
and oh, i learnt that clothing/headgear/accessories can be used for swearing.
here goes nothing.
what a shoe of an ass day;
where i spent a handbagful on taxi fare just to arrive 15 mins earlier than the goddamned earring teacher who later, scolded the cap out of me n co. for being late for 5mins;
where i am so jacketed and tired and i have to come back home only to send socks and leggings of surveys to everyone.
when the clock stroke a skirting twelve,
i so wanted to crawl into my belt of a bed.
i am so turban
turban dead.
life is an eyeliner.
so turban me.
there is a lot of work;
like fuck, seriously.
when the shit hits the fan,
you are dent dent dent,
and man, its the fucking end.
and oh, i learnt that clothing/headgear/accessories can be used for swearing.
here goes nothing.
what a shoe of an ass day;
where i spent a handbagful on taxi fare just to arrive 15 mins earlier than the goddamned earring teacher who later, scolded the cap out of me n co. for being late for 5mins;
where i am so jacketed and tired and i have to come back home only to send socks and leggings of surveys to everyone.
when the clock stroke a skirting twelve,
i so wanted to crawl into my belt of a bed.
i am so turban
turban dead.
life is an eyeliner.
so turban me.
