Get to know a Mon

Thanks to Afternoon of Sundries for giving me the Sunshine Blogger Award.I am glad you thought of me 🙂 Now to the questions


  • If you could channel your soul into a spirit animal, what would it be and why?“Channel your soul” sounds scary, lol. So just to turn this around- I did think about what creature I would be other than human. I thought ‘a lion’ just to be on top of the food chain. But then I wondered about being a parasite living off of some tree and not having to work for food ever again. I am not sure if any creatures ever eats….tree-parasites. I just don’t want to get eaten.Then again there’s the danger of deforestation. But in terms of which animal I can relate to a lot (and not much about being inedible), I think it would be a dolphin. They’re so smiley and fun.

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My Worst Post, Evah!

You know? My obsession with…obsessions is a bit more obsessive than my obsession for writing. Does that make sense? Let me restate that: My obsession for sh*t is more OCD than my obsession for writing. In hot pursuit (please, I just really want to use this phrase) of getting words outodere, I crashed out in my maxi on my bed. Well, more like being exhausted from reading loads of blogs. Also it’s gotten a little warmer which means….*ding, ding, dooiinnggg* Asthma. Asthma, I can spell this f*cking word. A-S-T-H-M-A. No, I didn’t copy it. Trust me.

I just want to talk about my feelings, that’s all. I am just not certain how to do that (I used the word “certain” likeawhooptidoo) Not long ago I felt like I wasn’t being as free as I used to be with my writing; this room I locked down in my…eh….heart? Yeah, it’s gotten that closed-room stink. The stink that asthmatics will be particularly alert of. Maybe that’s what’s making me asthmatic.

I have imbued the word “happiness” with undue meaning (I used some cool words in this sentence). I just think if I get in good physical shape, get good friends and take part in recreational activities…OK wait those things would make me joyful. I am not sure which f*cky way I was taking that line with. Without thinking too much of what I just wrote, I shouldn’t let instances in the past be markers of my personality. (I used another cool word in this para and that word isn’t “f*cky” really). Gosh, I am going no-f*cking-where with this.

The Place(eary)

My heart longs for somewhearey;

wherever there’s are no judgmenteary..


Update: I actually published this xD

The beautiful Image by my good friend  Paul