Sunday, September 13, 2009
So what
I hate gravity when I'm buffing jewellery.
- But wouldn't it be more difficult to pick up the beads from the ceiling?
I hate that rolls are the hottest when they're the tastiest.
- And doesn't that teach me a little patience?
I hate that I mess up a perfect dish in the last moment.
- The good thing however is that I always have a plan B.
I hate that I end up with ink all over myself when I refill printer cartridges.
- Oh well, save money or mess - the choice is mine.
I hate that a catastrophe happens whenever I complain that my life is boring.
- But yes, I learned not to complain for no reason.
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2 comments:
nother poem? :P
talldarkman
an observation :D
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