Salvation is but a word, just like damnation

Just realised that I haven't posted any pictures of myself in a long while. Prolly because I'm slowly but definitely mutating into something really grotty and bleaurgh. I don't know what is wrong with me. I'm always having gastric flu/stomach ulcer nowadays. My skin is permanently grey, my nails are bitten down and my eyebrows are terrible.

I need a haircut. My hair is pretty much shapeless now and I can't even bear to think of the split ends.

Oooh but I bought the most awesomest paddle hair brush the other day!! I totally didn't expect it to be but it was life-changing. Life-changing, I tell you my friend. No more painful tug-of-wars with tangles and fuzzy morning hair. Everytime I brush my hair I have a Head Orgasm.

Other Head Orgasms include temple massages and fever packs.

I want a deep-tissue massage so badly. I need a vacation, which is kind of ironic since our 'break' (which is so obviously non-existent it will be in bunnyears) has just ended. I need some sun, some cheapass shopping, some massages by strong Thai/Indo/Viet women, basically, just some fucking good R and R.

Did I just go off the rails again? Anyway. I have just noticed that in every recent photo of me I look like FrankeBunny. And so, no photos till I look remotely human.

What the hell is wrong with me? I can't even blog coherently now, and you can add that to the my list of Can't-Dos. We should be at page 192 by now. Somewhere along that list is Can't Fucking Tolerate Imbeciles Who Shall Remain Nameless, and Can't Bomb The Fucking Tekong Camp + All Army Sites.

I shall try and blog something everyday, even if it's mostly bubbleh and yeahyeahs. Maybe that way, I will start writing again.

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