Stealing my mother's Happy Bday lemon cake half nude in the morning is joy.Drama was pretty cool and next week we're using the stage in the canteen.
So that's even more thrilling!
It's like Sunday night right now so yeah you guys are probably deprived of a whole day of juicy text.
Well this week I've been let in on the subject of humanity and how fragile we all really are.
The way we hurt, the way we let our feelings loose without self-control.
The very moment we wrap our arms around ourselves spinning around with mixed feelings like a psycho and our eyes turn out the other way - don't look anywhere else, just know you're losing it.
No I don't do that but when I was younger I used to spin around till I'd go dizzy and hit my head on the wardrobe knob. Hard.
Maybe I haven't done that for quite awhile to keep my sanity in the boundaries of my home.
I've also kind of decided that I shall let my blog be my personal therapist- which includes me typing down crude, lewd stuff. Then again I'm a Christian, so maybe I'll just tell God all that shiz and save you guys the horror.
Watching P.S. I Love You again at Belle's house was really heartwarming.
I love Z even if he forgot to buy his call card, even if he gets heated up really quick, even if he won't put on purple braces for me, even if he wants 5 babies all the time.
Yes this relationship with him seems like forever because we've been together for over a year now (HA READERS, NOW YOU KNOW I HAVE A 'PARAMOUR' AND HELL I LOVE HIM DEARLY, I CAN'T WAIT TO RAVISH HIM EVERYTIME I SEE HIM') but I know one day it will be torn away from me but it will be for my own good.
My own good yes.
So basically I've gotten new, red spectacles.
The diet plan is so busted but I'm trying again. I'm trying again.
"That's what she says EVERYDAY." - Belle
I really want longer, curlier hair.
Mmm to address Char's latest blog post about beauty.
Well, we all feel better when we know we look gorgeous, don't we? :)
AND THAT OUR BEAUTY ACTUALLY ATTRACTS MEN AND NOT LESBIANS.
Ah any last words, draggy, annoying Ling-o?
Yes. Z and I named my girly rabbit Ashley and Jia waved my purple strapless bra at my tennis-player-same-age-as-me-porno-watcher/wanker-neighbour just fifteen minutes ago.
He's smokin' hot but his eyes are like.
Slits.
If I had to meet someone either dead or alive for dinner,
I'd like to meet Satan please.
And say hello to a lion who keeps roaring but who actually... has no teeth.
This is how we overcome.
