Something gets under my skin

Don’t know what it is.

Some of these days, I am just like this: out of sorts,tired, lazy, anxious, irritated……PMS?!

The routine life seems so overwhelming: work, work-out, “phone-lunch” with hubby, teasing my boy, music, movie, reading, hanging out with friends, blablabla online….

What do I want?

I don’t have that much get-up-and-go. 

I don’t wanna fill the bill in this DOG-EAT-DOG world.

I don’t wanna handle things with kids gloves.

I don’t wanna fit in stupid suits with inflexibility.

I don’t wanna block the airway of my lips with lipstick.

I don’t wanna prove whenever and wherever that I’m smart, sharp, professional, special and unique.

I wish I was born with silver spoon in my mouth.

-- (Sorry, piss dad&mom off though you are not poor at all)

I wish I had a “Gravy Train” job.

-- (forget no pains, no gains)

I wish I count my chickens before they hatch.

-- (I am eager for instant success and quick profits)

I wish I dared to show a plain me wherever I go.

-- (though I don’t make up that much except using lipstick)

I wish the aesthetic conception of a women’s figure was being plump.

-- (it’s much easier and pleasant to be accomplished than being skinny!)

I wish there were not many words to arouse the world for a healthy life style.

-- (don’t you agree healthy food not tasty but junk food are?)

I wish I wasn’t educated.

-- (so I have excuses not to be smart, professional, and competent)

I wish I wasn’t raised in a decent and sophisticated family.

-- (so I could just shout “F…, Sh….,” like a shrew) LOL

I wish I was brainless.

-- (it gets life simple – not much desires and ambition)

……

Can’t make more wishes now.

Call it a day!