because perfection does not exist

i wrote a good note just now. until i accidentally clicked on a link which took me there and thus my almost-done note was gone. vanished. those wasted words of near wisdom and pent up annoyance and sarcasm disappeared. maybe its a sign? haha. believing in the supernatural is an easy form of denial. you can place the blame on anything if you are not a skeptic. just like how i like blaming all these mishaps on karma and the universe.
we use these instances in our everyday lives. like how some would go and buy lotto tickets because according to the horoscope, today is their lucky day. mmm hello, has it ever occurred to you that maybe about a couple of million other people share your same sign? (i am sadly part of the demographic who used to be obsessed with star signs and intergalactic forces)

so i wrote about the instances i heard last night over dinner. how for your sake as well as mine that rumors and indeed just rumors. because if these rumors are not just flying fucks people are making up because they somewhat envy you, then i don't think i would want to listen to your explanation just like how right now i'm paying less attention to your life story. taking it with a grain of salt so to speak. but trust me on this one, i'll make this beneficial for us. me having the upper hand will not seize the opportunity to exploit this just like how you've exploited my honesty. so if rumors are true, i'm still gonna play along, pretend as though nothing happened and get what i think you and i should deserve. win win situation no? you should be familiar with the double cover ;) this should be easy.

since there's 2 sides of a coin, and i shall probably give you the benefit of the doubt, what if they are a load of bollocks? then i guess i should apologize to you. the mistreatment and whatever i previously said will go down the drain. the wrong perception. well i'll give you credit for not breaking the threshold of my asshole tolerance. so thank you :)

i don't know what i'll do without you, my asshole-radar. how you can predict things. i shall not deny your brilliance but please get that out of your head. and stop smiling like an idiot. really, i think i would end up marrying a serial killer if i don't have you around. but then again even if i did marry a serial killer i cannot help but think you'll find it amusing and start plotting ways how he can be beneficial to you too. for example terminating the people you hate. but still, i may be a magnet for bad choices i know if they were to do anything to me, you'll be the last person they'll see before they cease to exist. does that mean when you are gone i am somewhat doomed and literally have more assholes around? shit. lets not think about that. i love you Chibs <3