To the BATMOBILE
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Today has not been a good day. neither was yesterday. and tomorrow doesn't seem so bright and cheery... No no no, it's not the exams. I was kind of expecting to fail social studies, e maths, physics, and chem (note: not a. math nor chinese! woo). Failings not so bad really, not when you have something else to fall back upon. As it seems, I'm neither the big pimp nor the scholarly ace. Now, if that's the (sad) case, what the hell do I have!? 1) Not very good grades 2) No girlfriend 3) Little or none girl friends 4) A massive headache 5) Hot body Number 2 to me, is rather the most pressing problem. Despite the fact my friends have reassured me "It's not that important, lah", they more or less carry on within the same sentence "though my girlfriend is the best person in the world" (well I never... She ain't no superhero like I am!). Nah, not that reassuring. I've more or less been doomed to die a bachelor (despite my overall good looks and wonderful personality). Never one for good pick-up lines, I have never been able to surpass the "Wow! A Zara plastic bag - I've always wanted one like that. Anyway, how do you do? I'm Butler" standard. Which to be frank, ain't gonna get me a girlfriend anytime soon. Then again, it's not as if I don't have someone in mind. ("She's the one" to quote Robbie Williams). Though before I confess of any affection (well, I sort of did in november, last year. probably did something wrong), I've more or less been dealt the killing blow as she confesses to having sorted out a relationship with someone else, whereby mutual feelings are concerned. Oh the pain. Everybody's favourite superhero has been reduced to nothing more then a puddle of tears after that statement. Butlerman shall never more amount to anything then a good friend on her contacts list I suppose. (I'm not amounting to much by just wallowing about in it here, but I can't really say anything after she confessed, can I?) To help, please dial 1900-112-6969-HELP to donate $5 Or just add me to offer your consolations on MSN. (butlerwantsu@hotmail.com) It's that simple (If only it was. *breaks down*) A very depressed superhero says goodbye TO THE BATMOBILE (as he knows it - and says hello to an unloved life) |
The Writer
highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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