I totally have a blog!
THAT NO-ONE WILL READ.
I freaking love my life.
hahaha!
I can write random things that no-one cares about on here.
I think i might start with bullet pointing my emotions right now. Ha! My blog totally has bullet points
- St. is leaving, I do not want him to go. I still have not told him how crazy i am about him, how it kills me cus we are such great friends and all I do is give him advice on other girls and pretend I don't care. BUT I CARE. I CARE I CARE I CARE. HI! I CARE ABOUT YOU. FUCK. Why am I always the friend and not the fucking girlfriend? FUCKFUCKFUCK
- I FUCKING HATE MY FAMILY! I DO NOT FUCKING WANT TO GO TO ITALY TO SEE THEM. SPENDING TWO WEEKS WITH THEM WILL DRIVE ME FUCKING CRAZY. No, I do not come from some kind of abusive home, I just have feelings of apathy towards my family. Well, on my mother's side at least. I will probably end up having fun there in the end but at the moment I am dreading it like a person with halitosis dreads going to the dentist.
- I miss my friends already
- I've been out two nights in a row and I feel sick. I think I am getting old. Last night with W.R.P (the witch, the rum, the pirate) and some random others. 'Night before at Christmakkuh avec the whole crew. Too much to drink too little to eat. APART FROM LAST NIGHT WHEN W.R.P. AND I FOUND OUT YOU GET FREE TAPAS AT GOCCIA IF YOU BUY ONE OF THEIR RIDICULOUSLY PRICED DRINKS! Fuck that was the highlight of my weekend.
So. What did I do today? Good question. I had a SHIT day. But mostly cus I like repeating bad words as it is a kind of therapy for me. Woke up at 9ish - with the WORST hangover ever - to my dog's (Princess Oliver McMuffin Chicken Noodle Soup Sausage - o! alas, poor canine) manic barking at the neighbours dog. Got up, kicked my dog, got water, took about 6 panadols and went back to sleep. Woke up again at around 10:30 by my mother - told her to fuck off, went back to sleep till twelve - cus I am a lazy little cunt. Then I skived out of doing any packing by having a bath before anyone could tell me not to (hehehe.) for about an hour. Got out of the bath when I started falling asleep in it and made my way into my newly tidied room - who says skivers never get anything done for them?! So, flushed with the triumph on skipping on work, I decided - for my family - that we would eat lunch on my favourite wanton dai pai dong in central. Classy, eh? After slurping down noodles that probably had AIDS, salmonella, hepatitis and bird flu all in one - but which tasted delicious! - I then proceeded to cut off a small amount of my hair. No, not by myself but with the assistance of a rather friendly gay fellow wearing clothes with holes in them. You would've thought, working in a sophisticated establishment such as Tony and Guy's, the poor fellow would be able to mend his clothes? Unfortunately not, but I did tip him generously in order for him to darn the holes in his vetements.
After this I embarked on the seriously tiring mission of shopping with my mother. This is much more arduous then one might have thought, it basically consists of trawling through the shops for about three hours with my mother picking the most disgusting clothes alive - and making "pfuit!" noises under her breath at whatever I picked out. She is so fucking picky about every-fucking-thing and SIMPLY CANNOT FUNCTION AT A NORMAL PACE! She is so slow at doing everything, it makes me sick with frustration!!! Then I went home and argued with her on the phone.
Life is one big argument with that woman, I swear.
Also had a nice DMC with ...
damn.
I have no codename
will think of one later. This one is difficult.
Sorry my life isn't that interesting. I'm sure it will get more so.
At least I hope.
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