Jeepney rides have always done wonders for my cognitive processes. On my way home this evening, I had an epiphany about my thesis. I've had epiphanies about my thesis before, but this time, I feel like maybe I've found the Golden Ticket. Anyway, I have written the idea down and it will soon be fodder for the gods of Academia. No worries, that's just the way things are. I expect my brain will be sufficiently chewed out before this whole operation is over.
Female pop tarts, it is lady time. There is a reason PMS can also stand for Perchance to Maim Someone. One minute, I am stuffing my face with unicorns and rainbows, and the next, I want to break someone's face. It is that week: death glares, gnashing teeth. And I know it, too. I'm aware my rage is irrational the way we realize a dream is a dream. It is Inception in my ovaries.
There will be rain again soon, and its name is Ramon.
And finally:
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Inception of your ovaries. Ahahaha! That is brilliant! :D We once made a list of all the things that PMS could mean and it was very long. Hugs and imaginary chocolates to you!
exessol sounds like espasol. (captcha)
Thanks Fifi! I nomnomnom the imaginary choklitz :)
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