Itchy Ramblings

There is a kpom in Blogville. She knows herself.

Today I feel extremely well rested. I'm ready to go to work but apparently they will evacuate the building if I show up this week. Bloody wusses. A little Chicken Pox never hurt anybody. I shake my fists at them.

Staying at home is just boring. M-net day time tv is wack, come to think of it M-net is kind of wack overall but anything is better than NTA. Although I do wonder on what channel they show 'The Intern'..something like 'The Apprentice'. I also wonder if its good. I can't wait for West African Idols to start! I'm so excited about it. There's somewhere on my body itching right now but my brain cannot locate it. Oh well.

As you can see I'm rambling..but what can I do. In my whole period of sickness not one dude came to spoil me with Orange Juice or Ice-cream or Chocolate or even Flavours Shawarma. How pathetic is that. What makes your singleness as obvious as when you are really ill? It was there GLARING at me in the face, taunting me...ne ne ne ne neeeeeeeeeeeee. Shut UP and get behind me. I had you guys though, my blog pals. Even the Kpom made me laugh. What would I have done if I didn't have blogs to read even though my head was pounding and my eyes were watering. I would have been wallowing in pity but nooo I READ! Thanks guys!

I still have two more dry days to go before the weekend but it will be less dry because I know you will all update your blogs and give me lots to read about. Even the Kpom. The only person she is not fighting for is Babaalaye. Abi you want him? Babaalaye save me from shame and deny her. I'm sure your crush will not mind if you confess our love to the public. Okay there is a retarded kid on tv..I think the movie is called Kicking and screaming.....well the kid is talking way too much but theres something wrong with the transmitter upstairs so the remote control will not work unless I turn off the TV and turn it on again...don't ask me why..only in Nigeria. Okay i'll leave you guys with a poem I wrote.

The Voyage

As a stray leaf,
Torn away from its branch, what grief,
To the tune of autumn’s chime,
We float through time.

Like a droplet,
Within boundless seas, to plummet
Ocean spray after spray
We fade away.

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