PASS PASS MASSIVE FAILI was never asked to describe it before but if I were to describe it...
When the tangible and ethereal alike are simultaneously swallowed by the impending darkness. The moon, who reigns the sky at night, would soon grace all things with its majestic light.
And I, as a humble siren of the night, will bathe in its glory.
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A, I apologize for the sudden interruption in my usual candid and usually cryptic words. I must admit watching a sci-fi action movie brings me to the high heavens of romanticism or the likes of such. Truth is I am just angry and needs to calm down. I’ve been betrayed before and kept quite about it. Most often than not when I say my piece or try to defend myself I end up getting hurt more and more. I’ve stopped relying on anyone to save me or comfort me at least for the longest time. I’ve learned that when a person says things like, “If you have something that bothers you, I’ll listen. We’re friends right?” They never mean it. For me, the realization of that fact hurts the most. More than a broken heart or a toothache (really, toothaches ARE painful). The event that lead to this confession happened seven weeks ago. The italiced words were directed to me years ago but it was tested to be false just seven weeks ago. How foolish have I been for being happy that someone offered me some kindness before? How foolish have I been for believing them? It’s not an issue of trust. I may be strict in choosing whom I classify as friends but I also believe in chances. No matter how evil anyone is but if I see even a glimmer of kindness I’d be open for friendship. Besides, their mistakes are their responsibility and the consequences it might bring me is my responsibility. So this is me dealing with that responsibility. What he did is forever forged in mind. He will forever be known to me “as the person who did nothing when ************************************************”. A hint: misplaced jealousy. Oh no, I’m not the one jealous. Ah, yes, about that. A little mystery is being used to its best. I’d like to blab about the events verbatim, but who has time? And really, THIS happened before, not once, not twice...this isn‘t an isolated event, in my recent count this makes 5th or 6th. I don’t get it, what part of “I’m not interested” don’t they understand.
Anyways, as I was typing this post I realized I’m over it and this little memory lane crossing is just bought by hormonal unsteadiness. If you’re a lady, you’d understand. Ah, I know I was supposed to post a non recipe thing sooner or later. However as I go on and search for the accompanying photograph I suddenly got disinterested. Well, isn’t it a good thing that a decided before hand that it won’t be a recipe post? As of the moment I don’t feel like typing anything procedural at all. I missed a lot of things this weekend because of some damned decision and I’m making “people” suffer because of it. Little Lucy is a bit happy that his spawn is still making a racket no matter how minimal upstairs. Then I feel guilty and shut myself away from everything. As a result two bottles of white wine is recently being consumed to easily make me sleep and wake up when everyone’s asleep, free from any harm. Yadda, yadda.
I was thinking could it be that this is also the reason to my recent obsession with NOT tomato based pasta? It’s been 4 days and all I think about is white sauce and spaghetti. Really good. Thinking about that lead me to my latest conspiracy to overthrow Grey and Sasha (not the celebrity, obviously). They’re the terrorist cats that I’ve talked about before. Alht, before anyone alerts the critter police or something I haven’t done anything physical to harm them. I can’t even touch them. (I’m a recovering hypochondriac.) There’s no way in hell that I’d touch those terrorists. Sadly, I can’t stop them from eating those smaller creatures that catches their fancy. It’s literal, I’ve witnessed them gobble “live” subjects. I don’t speak fluent cat, lizard, mouse or avian so there isn’t much I can do.
As to how a conversation about the moon lead to my melancholy to my laziness and terror cats came about I have no idea. Please blame the wine. It tastes really really good and it makes me feel really really good.
Allow the captions to speak for the photos.
