Just Another J

>> October 11, 2009

Every J runs the danger of becoming just another J. And with the increasing rate of the decreasing marginal utility of lovingly rolled Js as the day goes by, Js are forgotten in the mayhem. In the beginning, I remember each J used to translate into a memory - very often, "cosmic connections" - and we would remember it, and laugh later. Now, Js are rolled out on conveyor belts like a factory assembling cars; and each J is smoked, and forgotten, as soon as the next one is ready. Each J becomes just. another. J.


After Slog earnt herself a million karma points after her good deed for the day, we proceeded to indulge in a common hobby. Later, we combated each other to save our bums from being kicked by each other.

And, now, I shall sleep in my cosy, comfortable bed in my super clean room. It's really sad how WHM thinks my obsessive compulsion with constantly cleaning my room is symptomatic of an under-lying psychological problem.

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