pillango

all right. so i despise lightbulbs.


particularly the one pictured here. it is great when i need to do my make-up, but i will never ever stretch my arms above my head in the bathroom, as long as i am living here. why? inquiring minds might ask.

because lightbulbs burn. and hurt. observe.


the picture sucks but i am in pain. how does one burn her wrist? evil lightbulbs, of course.

they are also unreliable in other aspects of my daily life.


what is wrong with this picture? lack of food in fridge? bad magnetic poetry? look again.

that is correct. my fridge lightbulb has burnt out and i have no idea how to go about changing it. to make matters worse, before succumbing to death, it took its time and flickered on and off for months.

at least the freezer's functional. this is good news as i am in the process of icing my burnt wrist right now.

perhaps as punishment, i should move the guilty bathroom lightbulb to light up my fridge. oh wait. that will cause its malice to flourish further. it's so damn hot that it will spoil all my food.

perhaps i should henceforth use flashlights exclusively.