*poof* bored

The fetid of tinsel by the lab tile used by some genius student for paint purpose is making me spew all over the mezzanine .the whole room is smelly by the wafting fetid...wow what a splendid way to troll one`s day.. surely i might have woke up to the odd side of the bed. its more than a crock of Shit and smelly than my poop.. my shit stinks more pure than this slab of cumbersome..yuck.. i am just subjecting myself or lets call it i am messing with stuffs that resembles pigeon gastronomy.. what the hell //who gives a fuck any way..no one around as i root my way to IPC..God so bored i am now..my laptop is broken and not yet fixed..and this IPC systems...masha allah they got this geriatric feel to it..you need to exactly punch your finger tips tips to altest 4mm to get a word typed..i can`t place my 8 X 5 eye balls on this bulged out screen..i dont know what the hell i am writing..just some flurry out of mind..anyway i wont stop my narcissist spiel. my space my way ..this art of writing that stem out of boredom.. hmmm i was never a writer but precisely this boredom sneaked it with its ugly head.. this ennui is so over whelming that my fidget head demands me to do something.. anyway after sometime i will be all busy with my project work. I got my raw materials yesterday after lots of splitting tensions and margin of turmoil ..why motherfucker people cant be a little more considerate when it comes for adjusting ..Gulp *: ) some will jest out in that typical crock tone and not mind saying.. ab toh project chalu kar de.. * coughs convincingly * poof say.. who are you to tell me that?? but i do abstain my oral opening from driveling some uncool and prudish inhumanly shits.. i know what to do and when to do. why don't you daft twat mind your own frigging business.,.i am not here to practice my stupor  or here to wilting .. i am very much in my sense. i just need little bit of time to frame up my head and stoic my self to the normality. anyway i am very much sane without your help..i don't seek anyone`s god damn anticipation..my thoughts are sometime so random as if my mind is all set up to take a dump..
bye blog
am all bored