it's been forever hasn't it.

forgive me

oh shit. i have a cat.

oops i did it again ( Read more... )

i'm actually quite happy. and you know what happen to people who say stupid shit like that? they end up miserable. right ( Read more... )

the funny things is, i have nothing to say but a lot happening.

guess i got lost under all the things unfinished and a pile of books. all i have now is a swollen left little finger, stomach problems (something new *not*) and a guilty feeling for not writing letters or anything. sorry.

where does mister sandman go when i need him? you arse! get in here, throw some of that sand shit on me now!, not during the bloody day, you silly senile twat.

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yep. i am still a boring old fart who listens to the same music (still, the eels the eels the eels the eels the eels and the eels) and reads books like stupid. the tv stays closed, except for oz i get overly excited about.

such simple pleasures but i dare not to talk about unfinished projects yet. they're simply too... unfinished.

fucking hypocrite prancy assholes and whining whores. for gods sake show some fucking manners, you pricks.
not going to see my face ever again thank you very much.
what a waste of the day.

(and yes, i am twenty but i feel like sixty. *whine*)

i need something for this bellyheadache.