Do I miss chunks of the old me. I am older now but I miss the old me, chunks of 'em.
The body snatchers are real, they live and propagate, slipping stealthily into the unwary victim.
Where's the gym rat that alternates her cardio with weight training?
Fat ass Facebooking. She's gained 3 kilos, which in her and her partner's terms are really massive amounts. The clothes still fit.. like sausage casing.
Where's the party animal that raves til the first trains come in?
After surfing the net and Facebook, she's snoozing. It's just too expensive to get hungover nowadays. The bloody Tokyo trains should run 24/7. Taxis are for the rich here. Excuses.
Got a great job but the pay sucks.
Where's the passionate artist that works on her canvases till the crows come home?
She's doodling still but you'd' see her more online, wasting away time. If there's "writers' block", she is having a great massive wall laid out in front of her. The loud music and alcohol helps but she thinks she should grow up and be able to create without some of these "basic needs".
Acne still bugs her once in a while when she attacks a helpless chocobar.
Where has the "clotheshorse" gone to? UNIQLO
Where are her rapid-fire chats with her online mates? Pulses of life are still sent via e-mail, snail mail or ESP... her mates may have been body snatched as well.
Where's the spirit then?
Nandoon pa rin pero, ewan ko ba. SHE IS JUST PLAIN LAZY... too content, I guess. This is really BAD. BAD! BAD! .... ((((moonwalks)))
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