ranter's block?

we all sometimes rant.
admit it.
but we do sometimes ran out of things to rant about.
do i have it?
i know someone who got tired of his own blabber
and even mentioned that he used to have a blog
that's just all about yackyty yacking
regarding everything that he can think of.
complains are usually is the gist of the story.
but he never ran out of complains.
he just got tired of it.

but that's the joy of having a blog.
whatever the experience is,
we can always write about it and look back with a wry
or a genuine smile in our faces.
we can always have something to think of and to look back
of how far we have changed or measure the greatness that we have accomplished.
--it is an online diary where people can read
and even strangers can have access to.
quite thrilling and dangerous as well.
sometimes, things that have been said are easier to get away with
than having secrets put into writing.
literature as medium can make or break you.

okay, i have delved into a serious state regarding life.
i started with rant,
i should end with rant.
i know i can do this.

i have examined that the topics in my blog
are mostly about rants too.
what can i do?
that's what me and my orange bestfriend does.
we complain about things and make a big fuzz out of it.
we go to malls to look at the shoes,
frustrate ourselves with the things that we cannot purchase,
or laugh at people with out- of- this- world fashion sense.

an example:
hey, she's wearing a polka dots top,
why is she wearing a printed skirt?
with her sequined bag and polka dots shoes?
is she making an illusion?
a bridget riley gone wrong?
what the.....?!!!!!!!

we are mean biatches sometimes.
at least just to the people we do not know.

i can attest that ranting sometimes can be healthy
(at least for me).
it is an outlet.
you vent out emotions on mean words silently
instead of throwing things and shouting at people.
yes, i am a drama queen sometimes.
but not the kind of drama queen on crack.

i can say that i am mediocre when it comes to drama
(or so i think.)
darn i hate it when i call myself mediocre.
since i cannot be the best,
i'd rather be the worst.
(is this what orange and me share?)
har-har.

darn, i miss you.
i have no one else to complain to.
i was pretty depressed last night i had sex!
haha! uhmmm..kidding.
just come home safely from China.
i'll try to watch Aegis with you and the rest of the Sakayers.