Friday, May 31, 2013

Too Weird to Title

Specimen #92512

Traits:

Vision - Based on movement, rather weak.

Anger management level - Zero.

Roar - Deafening.

Social skills - Awkward.
Hmmmm, that's sounds like a T-Rex.




Oh, wait. That sounds like me too. Sigh.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Wish Upon A Star

It's been a long time since I stopped believing in wishing on a shooting star. I think it was when we learnt about comets, meteors and dying stars in school. That's not the point. I may have stopped believing in wishing upon a star, I've not stopped wishing. I wish for a lot of things. Every day. Every minute. 

For one thing, I wish had better teeth. And I wish people (random strangers even) stopped telling me to get them fixed.

I also wish I had a photographer friend who would take really artistic pictures of me and I could show them off and get a thousand compliments.

And for a puppy that never would grow into a dog.

That I could be a badass-vampire-hunting-pirate.

That my room never needed cleaning.

That I could eat without getting fat, earn without working and love without hurting.

That my bookshelf would have a hinge that revealed a secret passage to a curious place.

"And I wished for things that I don't need..."