When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Alright. I'm a bimbo *giggles*, although I would prefer/ more correctly describe myself as a facultative bimbo. Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but people like me abuse the privilege. Then again, are bimbos stoopid? Bimbos don't think, I agree; but stoopid? Maybe not. Bimbo logic is skewed and may sometimes go off in a tangent. We do things in a different way, no doubt, but all roads lead to Rome, no? A bimbo and a normal person lies on a groundsheet on the floor. Both are thirsty. Normal person gets up to look for a drink. Bimbo continues to lie there, waiting for rain to come so that she can just open her mouth and take in rainwater. Ingenious, ain't it not?
I have not lost my mind - it's backed up on disk somewhere. Non compos mentis has been in my mind much lately. Why? Because there is no god, and Murphy is his prophet. Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong for me. How much longer can I begin to commence to start to initiate to embark on my assignments and stop practising my taichi skills?
Nowadays I seem to tackle boring lab work better. Less brain work = bimbo's job. Spectrophotometry? No probs. Chlorophyll assay? Bring it on! Electrolyte leakage test? Yea baby!
I feel like screaming.
Something in me seethes and sears and screams to be let free.
A kind friend once dropped me a message saying, "I wish I could take you away and plant you in a place where you can be free."
Sounds good, aye? Sweetened me somewhat too. (Hey man gimme a break, I'm after all a bimbo and I'm entitled to melt under the most trivial of circumstances.) Except for that split-second later when one recognizes the paradox behind the sentence: If one's planted, how can one ever be free? Thanks mate, I appreciate it though.
