Cyberspace is full people who like to talk about their life. It is like therapy for some and therapy gone wrong for some. None of this is my fucking business. Cyberspace is full of people who like to talk about their life, SAPM is one of them.
The next big thing[read:challenge] in the office is the stupid surprise party they’re organizing for the CEO. Now, now, everyone loves parties which include cakes. I mean everybody loves cakes, right? So there was a pint of half hearted orgasm when the group sat down deciding the flavor of the cake.
“Black Forest!!! Mmm I lou black forest!”
“Everyone loves black forest, but it is everywhere now.”
“Pineapple?”
“enh..”
“Let us settle for black forest. It’s safe.”
“Or blue berry?”
“Ew, it has all that jelly stuff. I hate how jelly tastes. I mean who likes jelly anyway?”
SAPM looks up from the hardwork of pretending to work, glittery big eyes trying to bifurcate the unanimous rapid nod.
“But I love jelly.”
“Black forest it is.”
“enh..”
Would you just believe that, jelly lovers? *insert oratorical disbelief inducing some kind of revolution amongst jelly lovers*
Anyway.
Herpie asked me a very serious question last night,
“You know what I am scared of the most?”
At this point, SAPM adjusts to the sentimentally empowering figure in Herpie’s life.
“Tell me.”*affirmative*
“Farting in your presence.”*sad face*
“That scares me too” *worried, contemplative face*
Sigh.
That is my love for you, Herpie. No I can’t read your poker face.
SAPM obviously hates meeting family relatives. This is probably the case with every person I know. The extra butter smeared over the tongue heaving on the weight of the tone that recuperates its audacity inside one’s mind mocking like a silly girl, mocking at you and the sudden change of the way you talk is ugly.
So encountering a family relative I don’t really know the second name of, I made a brave face and made a small talk. A tiny little small talk. This person slurs the usual comment I get from every fucking individual I meet,” OMG you’re vanishing! Put on some weight! Put on some bloody weight!”
*SAPM facepalms*
Thusly, I proceed to the bathroom from the unkind, judgmental world and its stinging words, to the fruit smelling soap for respite. It gives me happiness. At some zen moment under the shower, SAPM also believes that it only wants a fruity soap to live through the life. And awesome food. And awesome sex and cigarettes[children, you didn’t see that]. And a bloody sexy bike. Yeah that’s about it.
So, I’m going to maybe, probably definitely get the camera. Awesome people are ready to lend.
AWESOME PEOPLE ARE READY TO LLLEEENNNDD!
XD
