Idle shmidle

Idling. Something I have been perfecting lately. Sinning for that matter. Sloth or whatever applies in my current situation. Domestication is okay, but I just feel like caving in and detaching from the so-called world. Talking about the irony of being an anti-social. Yeah, I have a lot of acquiantances, friends even. But sometimes, I just want to get away. I don’t really see the point of affiliating and talking about what nots. I mean, not that I don’t see the value of socialization. It’s part of being a person, yeah? No man is an island, so some poet has said.

Anyway, I have cancelled all my accounts. I think I already mentioned that somehow. Who really cares?! I mean, I’m not in the mood of saying how are you’s like I mean it.

So anyway again, I’m just heavily shopping online. I don’t even know why. I’m getting really girly by the minute. I’m moving on to much more vain things like perfumes. Oh yeah! Hehehehe. It’s been awhile since I last purchased a good smell. Kenzo’s L’eau Par Kenzo, Escada Pacific Paradise, Tommy Girl Summer or just about anything that’s good under the sun. Designer shoes, bags, perhaps watches like an Oscar de la Renta. Ha! I’m way over my head. Vanity is a disease triggered by idleness and boredom, at least for me. Oh well….


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