so,
what is it with holidays and the absolute inability to come up with an incredble blogpost?
i've been waiting for the past four days for an idea to come along, but it just doesn't.
so hell,
im just going to blog for the sake of it.
actually i have three things to mention.
A] Is there anything in the world, hotter than a victorious, weeping champion?
yes, a victorious, weeping champion who loves his mediocre looking wife as much as he did when he was a no body.
Roger Federer baby.
Roger Federer. That man's passion, dedication and intensity drives me INSANE.
tears, goosebumps, the works.
Some people are made to make history.
some(read: us losers) are made to watch it happen and blog about it :D
And because Soderling deserves thoda sa credit, i'd like to say that i want to be a loser like him. Because, i, am a sore SORE loser.
B] Will it be beyond annoying for me to mention how incredibly bored I am?
is it a mental health disorder?
will it be fatal if mixed wth anxiety?
because the combination is KILLING me right now.
C] Are parents magically granted the ability to be exceptionally pissing off when the baby is born?
how can anybody be so amazingly unreasonable, exceptionally pissing off and still absolutely indispensable at the same time?
and how can you not fight with them and not lose your self respect at the same time?
INCOMPREHENSIBLE. Parents, my dear dear friends, are perennially PMSing chicks.
I'm telling you.
But i'm happy. very happy. i have my reasons.
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