I seriously thought one could joke around like this with few people. I was, evidently, wrong. Yay me! You know gd and tb? Let's add another one: fbg.

FGB: Darling.
Me: Dear.
FBG: now that you're all important and making lame powerpoint presentations you never say hi anymore.
Me: hahaha awwww no! I was all concentrated on this thingy for work. ( Read more... )

You know when someone in high school gives you a bad time and your mum says "don't listen to them, they're just jealous of you?". Remember the entire feeling. Yes, the entire 'this woman is crazy' thought, the not really taking that into account ever again and the sound belief that that simply isn't true.

Well. I have never, ever felt someone was ( Read more... )

I love having free time to waste. Then again, I also hate it. Free time generally turns into thinking time, and thinking time makes me realize why I didn't want to think in the first place. I loathe self-pity, it makes me cringe and gag and leaves me feeling like a big fat loser. But sometimes, it just gets to me, I guess ( Read more... )

From last night:

"I'm not really as silly with my friends or family like I'm with you. I tend to get more serious when I'm with other people, even people really close to me".

"Seriously? I'm silly with you, sillier with my friends and oh my god, don't even ask my family how silly I am".

Tonight:

hello
zis iz me veing russian
you do not look ( Read more... )

Your Love Life is Like The Graduate
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You Are Not a Good Friend
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So, apparently... I've got a date with Facebook Guy.

God, life is weird.

Every single time I get drunk I feel like a complete loser the morning after. I feel... ashamed? Embarassed? I don't know, it's something along those lines.

Also, I'm stupid.

You Are Most Like Laetitia Casta
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This weekend was one of those relaxed awesome ones, from well... anything to everything. The entire insurance ordeal following the car accident got entirely solved once I contacted the insurance broker. Seriously, the guy kept calling me to ask if I was ok and if I needed anything. No wonder my father switched companies (Even though I can see my ( Read more... )