Worms Not Love.

So, I was just reminded of this little poem my sister and I would sing before Valentine's Day so that our Mom would take us on a date :)

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me,
I think I'll go eat worms!
Big fat juicy ones,
Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm!

Down goes the first one, down goes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm!
Up comes the first one, up comes the second one,
Oh how they wiggle and squirm!

I bite off the heads, and suck out the juice,
And throw the skins away!
Nobody knows how fat I grow,
On worms three times a day!

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I think I'll go eat worms!
Big fat juicy ones,
Eensie weensy squeensy ones,
See how they wiggle and squirm!

PS- It worked. 

PPS- Don't try this with your ex boyfriend.

PPS- Isn't it the cutest song, EVER?

PPPS- Find other awesome songs here
PPPPS- I think I should start using the word worm as an insult. Hard to have a comeback to that one.

A shout out for the Friends

This one told me Our Story.

Nothing Concrete

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.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there!!

It's a bad world out there for moms.

i'm serious.

take me for example.

i'm virtually NEVER nice to my mom.

it happens once a year. you know, second sunday of may and everything.

and after all that and after having shred her almost to pieces when you're born, she'll still be okay with giving you free hugs for life!

it's like she signed up for a job where she-

A)Must be willing to be hated at least temporarily, until you need money to go out.

B) Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. 

C)Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. 

D)Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next.

 

And on TOP of that, 

no credit will ever be noted in her permanent file for work performed correctly.

 

Now that's a really really bad job. And the oddest thing is moms enjoy doing it so much without a salary and stuff that they'd want to do it again.

maybe the labour makes you go crazy.