Million Dollar Mutton

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mutton

if I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

wit is educated insolence

show me a sane man and I will cure him for you

don’t be so humble - you are not that great

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If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?	Tuesday, August 11, 2009, 12:21 PM It was white yesterday. No, it's not about the weather, nor was it the colour of the boxshorts I wore, nor did I meet some racists bastards at Harbourfront. Ostensibly, Brother and I have communicated telepathically that that's going to be what we were wearing for yesterday. Hmm. Although I have set my eyes on purple, but somehow I wanted to wear white for the double date that day. That very special day. Not so much of an occasion, but, maybe celebrating my post-3rd year anniversary (which was dued last 2 freaking weeks) in pure innocence. Which means, I have to start learning to arrive on time first. clears throat But I was late. Again. For the 390485647590936759th time in 3 years. I am the persistent late-comer. I literally have that plastered across my forehead. Then, I had to eat carefully so I wouldn't spill anything on my white get-up. I wouldn't want to walk around with a stain of what may look like dried menstruation blood on my front. Worse, maybe something which looks like goat dung. When I didn't even plan to go to the zoo. My gladiator sandals tore apart eventhough I just glued the bloody straps last two nights while watching the Parade. I had actually sacrificed 13 minutes to glue a worthless piece of strap back, and it failed, and I got a bitch fit. Maybe I did turn into a werewolf. In day time. I didn't care. I was STILL LATE. folds arms Two shows at two different movies, and the Fried Fish Soup, Red Ruby, and Chicken Chop left me filled to the brim till today. Thanks to the starving. Well, not actually starved, but, saving the space in my tummy to make place for the gorging. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON A DIET!?" Yeah yeah. Who the hell's dieting? Me or you? So shut up and let me have my moment guilt-free, would you? Jeeziz. Be quiet. folds arms I did say to the other half, I wouldn't be late. So I had to get going then or I had to forgo putting on the fake lashes. No. I WANT TO PUT ON THE FAKIES. It may take me less than 3 minutes to fix them on, but you'll never know how long it took when I was running late. I KNEW I was late, but things made it slower for me to fix those damned things on my eyelids, and I didn't want to NOT put them on, because I WANTED TO PUT ON THE FAKIES. (Boys will never understand) Which made me late. Plus, my sandals acted up. WHICH MADE ME LATE-er. Okay, I made myself clear at that. Still, I had my feel-good day. I was in such a blithsome mood, I couldn't bear leave someone sleeping in the cinema, so I had to wake him up lest he'll be missing on the last train home. See, I am such a good person. clears throat Hmm. LAUGHS P.S: I'm dangerous. I'm a threat. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton		milliondollarmutton One has fear in front of a goat, in back of a mule, and on every side of a fool. Rabiatul Adawiyah Intelligently 2-W E N T-double E ONE popularly known as Bit they call me Mutton 25 March 1989 Pursuing a Diploma In Applied Psychology Freelance Professional Makeup Artist plugg_screambox@hotmail.com		partnersincrime aLex tHe LiOn cOnDoM GiRL gEntLe giAnt pArt-tiMe LovEr MiLo bLuRcOcK diVinE tEaSeR eEeZaRt aYLaNa dE gYaL KiLaT bUdAk hYpEr miRa iDoRa LuToT bEnGkOk cAyEnNe pOrNsTaR pErNiCiOuS dEaDfAmOuS sLiT eYeS mR fiGhTeR thehoipolloi mOrBiD sUiCiDaL pHaTyN mArShMaLLoW eTty nGiAo nGiAo jApAnEsEdOLL sHyMa hOLmEs eNnJaYy gEmOk oDeNg zEe-Ma-zEe aELfiZiO oNeAy mEeNi miNey mOe kEeLa aPiN gOLdEn pHoEniX LaLa nAd 'O' aCa-bELLiC rAdDy aRsHaNti powerofthepast + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + May 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + December 2010		theverbaldiarrhoea