My head's like a snowglobe that's been vigorously shaken, brainstem and grey matter intact but thoughts fluttering all over the place like bits of snow, much too light to land. They freewheel and somersault and zigzag and drive me nuts.

Also I realise I'm one of those persons out there who have eyes but cannot see, have feet that never plant themselves in the ground, have ears that don't listen. Like Milo before he went to Dictionopolis and Digitopolis; like those who whizz past people and things in the most numbskulled way, reducing Reality to mere vestiges of Illusion. As well as those who were responsible for the Valley of Sound becoming an agonizing silence.

Don't want to be whisked off to Doldrums and become one of those lard-like Lethargians.

"From where i'm standing, the grass is green."
( macie lightfoot )

Shit to catch yourself out retreating into a shell labelled 'FRAGILE: kids' despite knowing you can't even fit your ass in

UNABLE TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE BOOKS. Only half-done with Blocks and this small respite (no paper tomorrow hoooray) is already making my frivolity froth away inside of me ): AFTER THIS.

I find it really amusing that Abercrombie & Fitch names their products. Every single one! Every cardigan/skirt/hoodie hahahaha. And there's one sweater called Melina; that, is a terrible terrible name to give anyone, because it is a homonym of 'Melena' - that is, medical term for bloody poop. Another classic one: Rubella. German measles! But it sounds absolutely innocuous and even pretty, does it not. I've always had issues with fancy names for diseases because when I was younger i'd name all my dolls - couldn't bear to call them Barbie 1/2/3 (I ALWAYS KNEW FRIVOLITY WAS MY THING) Strangely enough Ken always stayed Ken. Actually so did Kelly doll stay Kelly, hmph. But otherwise I'd christen my dolls (: SUCH FUN. And I remember willing my favourite doll (Belle) to have 8 kids (hahahahaha) so that I could name my small/cute enough auxilliary-toys!
I've forgotten them all now, though; to think I used to judiciously write their names down.

So one day I was like "DAD doesn't 'Rubella' sound lovely!" and he was like "don't think you'd want to call your toys that - it means German measles!" and the same happened with 'Melina'. I remember being awfully disappointed, because I had enormous fun mixing and matching parts of different names to get a hodgepodgey name that looked pretty enough (: WHICH BRINGS TO MIND THIS: if you read the Twilight Saga you probably know how Bella's kid's called 'Renesmee'? What a contrived patchwork of a name.

I really really like diminuitives though! all the '-ettes' (: claudette antoinette annette! it makes the name look so symmetrical, and sound so immaculate. Like an objet d'art :D

I FEEL SO BITCHY RIGHT NOW I COULD LASH OUT AT ANYBODY I SWEAR

I ABSOLUTELY detest tactless people at the admin desk. Their voices should go through a filter so that they sound less conceited and ignorant. I'm not saying that people at the Service Frontier (it sounds too giving and altruistic UGH) need to swallow shit (some) people hurl at them but there IS a difference between being defensive and being fair to yourself. I think it's utter rubbish that the "customer comes first" or "is king" and that "your request is my command" and all that crap because no one should EVER yield to anything that doesn't make sense ie impractical or unreasonable! I DON'T BLOODY NEED SERVILE IDIOTS AT THE DESK.

But when somebody in Service gets all self-righteous like some demented porcupine it's like VOILA! ROLE REVERSAL and we've to tolerate your incompetencies?? Feedback gets treated like personal attacks; generosity and compromises get taken advantage of.

Sometimes I'd rather the person over the phone, or even better, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE AT THE DESK be this hugeass FAKE than a tactless, blistering IMBECILE talking like she's bludgeoning you with cactuses!

HUMAN RESOURCE IS PRECIOUS. STOP PUTTING IDIOTS ON THE FRONTLINE.

Things I wonder about whenever this happens:

( valentine's day )