That Horrifying Smell.

I can’t seriously believe I’m having this.

I can’t seriously imagine how long my temperament is.

And I can’t seriously imagine that I can actually sacrifice for the benefit of blogging.

Yes. I can’t it. That horrifying smell. Or rather, this horrifying smell I presently encounter, dated sixteenth of August, year two thousand and seven in the year of our Lord.

Before anything else, I was thinking back way home on what should I post in my almost abandoned blogs. I was thinking wonderful ideas, well until I smelled something. And I firmly the source of it all is currently sitting beside me.

Yup. Very funny. Well, not for me and my shouting throat just taking its time to respond to the signal of vomiting. I can’t really take it!

I do want to leave right now but I can’t. I have to research and I have no choice but to pray that he may be enlightened of his “horrible gift”.

I know I shouldn’t be this discriminating to the point of announcing to the world about him anonymously and his gift, but it’s his fault that I couldn’t bring up my ideas I  was actually enthusiastic about.

Oh. I thought he’s actually leaving…

Lucky for you who don’t actually experienced this… Oh please Lord, help me!