Seriously, are your ears bleeding yet?
Digression.
Point is, today was, simply put, fucking awesome. It's like I was a Japanese superstar on a plane out of Japan and looking out the window, I see a mushroom cloud over Hiroshima. I had impregnated a demon-girl in Hiroshima and she's going to give birth to sextuplet anti-christs. Now the world is safe and I get to bang another demon chic, possibly Ramona Flowers, but you know, I'll settle for Amy Lee.
(Demon form includes thick eyeliner, french maid costumes; cause demons are sluts, six inch stilettos and uh... Bondage. And maybe even bat wings. Mini ones. Pay attention, man.)
But... I'm awesome... |
So, number one, no sleep at all which is no big of a deal really but being awesome, I must include suspense, which meant I'm not finished. Seriously, try to keep up. So, no sleep at all, but I went through the day without fatigue. At all. In fact I feel fucking hyper. This might be due to the gargantuan amount of coffee I downed through the process of upping my already awesome self but lets ignore that fact and leave it to the envious people to whine upon. Point being, no sleep, no fatigue, yes awesome.
Two. I downed a dangerous amount of coffee even for a... uh... seasoned caffeine participant such as yours truly. The awesome part is that I did not get the nausea/gastric pain/ MY STOMACH IS ON FIRE!!! part. I just felt insanely good. And hyper. And mildly high. And Scott Pilgrim.
Three. I went down, out of my residence and almost immediately, some dude asked me for a light. Happens all the time. Then I knew a fraction of what Prometheus felt like when he gave fire to the measly humans. Seriously, this, I shit you not. I know that I fabricate most of my stories through my sheer awesome imagination but this shit is so fucking absurd that I cannot make it up. As I walked past the dude above, two others asked for a light. At a gas station, which I shall make no further comments on. Then twenty meters or so further up the street; this happened:
It was not a Shelby GT500. It was a 4x4. |
It was not a tram, I wasn't walking on the tracks, and... Fuck. |
With eyebrows. |
Four. I went to arabic handwriting and bullshit my way through it without getting stared at. I even got one fucking right. WITHOUT HELP.
FIve. Seriously, I'm still not tired.
Six. Walked from the Convention Centre to the main road by the sea in an approximately straight line and not stopping. No, not even for traffic. Cause you know, aura and puppies and blankets.
Wait. Where did that sword go? |
Jesus fuck you know what, I'm gonna go consume the moon.
8 comments:
Somehow this made me laugh. In an entertained sort of way.
This is the state of my brain: I'm eating macaroni but all I taste is cream. So, I'm having trouble digesting that one. Is that a compliment or an invisible ninja dagger? Wait, wait, cylons right? Cylons.
Are you sure that's macaroni?
It was funny. I enjoyed reading it. It was a funny chaos. Your life is a funny chaos. It's good.
I reread it and I laughed again. Hahaha.
cool story brah!
Ika: Uh. I sincerely hope so... You defined my life better than me. Therefore your name shall be forever on the list of 'God damn you!'
Anon: You have no respect for anything that deserves respect by not revealing your name. Despicable. Totally and utterly despicable.
whatever bro. but seems like ur day was as badass as this
http://imgur.com/2zj4G.png
i'll just leave that there.
Your credibility just returned to you based on that alone. But seriously, who the fuck are you?
Kopi Cap Tupai has done it again!
Ahhh , and who could resist any type of demon form chics eh? Hahaha! Cheers!
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