Sunday, November 1, 2009

Death to roses and all-things-pretty. (the painful and annoying kind, with various specimens of blunt cutlery.) DIE! DIE!! DIE!!!

To he, who does not read this blog(probably, hopefully) and does not have any idea that the searing blindness of pure fury is making me claw the plaster off my bedroom wall:

Go ahead. Annoy me some more. Pile on the indifference.

I need to redecorate anyway.
It's not just my room I'm talking about.

P.S. End-the-world-right-here-right-now. Let the compulsive knitting begin!

24 comments:

Mer-curial-maiden said...

*joins in frenzied bludgeoning*

also, hugs.

Sherry Wasandi said...

Yes! spoons and forks and ladles and butter-knives...

*hugs back*

soin said...

so how do the bare bricks look like..do you even know.. i think the bricks are crying in full desperation that whats been written be read..but i have never been right with girls and thoughts..free

Sherry Wasandi said...

Actually, it's a lot of gray cement that's started to peak out from under the plaster. Strange.

It will turn red eventually though. My fingers have begun to bleed and look like something out of a horror movie.

Don't fret. Pity being, most of the male populace seems to be stuck with the same affliction.

soin said...

cement??disappointing.. i expected barbed wires and decaying bodies..but blood spattered cement walls is like consolation..free

Sherry Wasandi said...

Naah. Cementing dead bodies takes too much of an effort. Besides, it's troublesome when white walls start turning red on their own. Rather unsightly, I say.

I believe in efficient disposal. The dead bodies go into the dungeon. You know, right under the trapdoor, next to the sliding bookcase that conceals the torture chamber.

Oops! Did I just let a secret out? My...I should be more careful. ;)

soin said...

efficient disposal doesnt go well with tortured bodies..and for someone not trusting the estrogen carrying part of the population,that trapdoor and secret try have estrogen dripping over it like the blood on the cement..and why are these two nocturnal workless engineers turning both our blogs into chat rooms..free

Sherry Wasandi said...

But then, torture is mandatory. A girl's gotta have her fun, after all!

The best thing about outrageous secrets? No one believes you even if you mistakenly let it slip.

Why? For lack of anything better to do. Exams that start tomorrow, for instance. That's my part of the story.

soin said...

add a project first stage submission to that exam.and am yet to start that project..free

Death On Two Legs said...

Try scribbling? Sounds mild in contrast to your explosive post but it works.

param said...

u reminded me of my childhood days...i remember that I once ate a corner of the wall just coz it was tasty...later it was cemented bt it still cudnt dampen my spirits...later i gave up due to stomach aches.....so an advice try eating the walls they r tasty...yummm

Anty said...

Would you like some pieces of broken tube light and a rather sharp paper edge as well?

Hope you feeling better now.

Srishti said...

I have a dartboard. And glue to stick the photo.

Feel better, Sherry. :)

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ soin: Project synopsis. Ahh... For that, all you need to know is what your project is going to be about. :)

I make powerpoint presentations 15 minutes before getting to the podium.

@ Death On Two Legs: The wall-clawing, though somewhat destructive, is not as objecticidal as breaking glass tables. Having done that in the past, I think this is pretty tame in comparison. It will do. :) Thanks for the suggestion though.

Mild, yes. An existential crisis trumps everything. I mean EVERYTHING.

Sherry Wasandi said...

@param: Ewww... you're gross. Really.

I will keep my vile culinary adventures to sea snails and toenails. Thank you.

@Anty and Sristi: Ha! I'd like a really REALLY sharp pitchfork. However, I am very tempted to go Lily Allen-esque on someone. You know, with horse-laxatives and all. :D That would make me SO happy!

Both offers are very comforting though. I love blogger now. :)

JD said...

Probably the mildest suggestion on an otherwise (quite disturbingly, I might add) violent comment page - Go listen to electric blues. Hendrix or Eric Johnson. Something slow and moody. :)

Kirra Serra said...

... Or you could sleep. Works well enough for me... yeah, you scare me sometimes...
Another excellent suggestion would be- read like your life depends on it. A never-failed formula for me is Mallory Towers and Asterix. Though you might want to make sure it's not hard-bound, lest the One crosses your path.

mgeek said...

Ummm...Excuse me! What just happened?

Srivatsan said...

I don't understand some of your posts!

is my brain dead?? or your brain above the rest??

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ JD : I already killed my brain with a band called "Does it offend you, yeah?". Yep, that's exactly what it's called!

@ Kirra Serra : Those are some fantastic suggestions. Trouble? Exams. Right now. Hmmph.

:) I like hard-bound. The particularly heavy ones, too. :)

Sherry Wasandi said...

@ mgeek: I indulged myself. That's all.

@ Srivatsan: Both our brains are just fine. There's just a very fine line that separates utter-crap from not-crap-at-all.

I hop round and about.

soin said...

@sherry not presentation..rather a module to be sumbitted..
@srivatsan..neenga mattum illa yenakum intha ponnu solrathu paadi puriyarthu illa..sema peter pola..
i hope others dont get what me and sir say and this instigates a racist war ending with the barbed wire..free

Sherry Wasandi said...

Bleh.

Lincoln said...

i thought there are only two kindo ppl , veg and non veg :P