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hahaha flirting is vertical foreplay, my friend
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sometimes life just feels like a prank in itself, full of sardonic humour and melodramatic moments. i shan't bother elaborating because the events are temporal, they change almost every week, every month, every year. i mean, the O levels made me suicidal, and i thought it was the biggest joke i could ever experience, or so i used to think. then there was love, and now A levels. see, changes all the time.
fidelity is dubious. i wish there came a time when haw flakes and fruitips weren't my best friend.
about half an hour ago i looked up from The Duchess of Malfi, and saw 10:07 on my clock. for some reason i felt immense disgust for books like i was conditioned to, and i just wanted the night to end. but, 10pm isn't exactly the best time to sleep, because i would just feel *@&#(& guilty, and the night would've been wasted. so, i took a walk round the house, upstairs downstairs outside, and still felt really restless. it's too darn quiet here. i wanted to call someone and bitch/whine/rant, but then my fingers just froze over the phone, and i didn't know who i could call. that's when i realised, i don't quite have that someone to be there for me 247. it used to be ___, but hell that got fucked up. then i thought i could call andrew, but that boy's at the firing range for the next 21 hours. NS can be such a bitch. i don't have the habit of calling my girlfriends when i'm cranky, because they just get irritated and i get irritated and yada yada it turns into a bitchfest of raging hormones.
so here i am, being a lonely, estranged, talking to..myself? thru lj.
i cannot wait for this damned night to end, so i can get out of this hermit shell of a house. going over to cheryl's place for more productive studying, hopefully with the additional company of sangee. when you think life sucks, it only gets worse when your ipod battery has a lifespan of three hours. knnccb.
back to DOM, where ferdinand the horny nutcase tries to rape his own sister with his words of angst.
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sometimes life just feels like a prank in itself, full of sardonic humour and melodramatic moments. i shan't bother elaborating because the events are temporal, they change almost every week, every month, every year. i mean, the O levels made me suicidal, and i thought it was the biggest joke i could ever experience, or so i used to think. then there was love, and now A levels. see, changes all the time.
fidelity is dubious. i wish there came a time when haw flakes and fruitips weren't my best friend.
about half an hour ago i looked up from The Duchess of Malfi, and saw 10:07 on my clock. for some reason i felt immense disgust for books like i was conditioned to, and i just wanted the night to end. but, 10pm isn't exactly the best time to sleep, because i would just feel *@&#(& guilty, and the night would've been wasted. so, i took a walk round the house, upstairs downstairs outside, and still felt really restless. it's too darn quiet here. i wanted to call someone and bitch/whine/rant, but then my fingers just froze over the phone, and i didn't know who i could call. that's when i realised, i don't quite have that someone to be there for me 247. it used to be ___, but hell that got fucked up. then i thought i could call andrew, but that boy's at the firing range for the next 21 hours. NS can be such a bitch. i don't have the habit of calling my girlfriends when i'm cranky, because they just get irritated and i get irritated and yada yada it turns into a bitchfest of raging hormones.
so here i am, being a lonely, estranged, talking to..myself? thru lj.
i cannot wait for this damned night to end, so i can get out of this hermit shell of a house. going over to cheryl's place for more productive studying, hopefully with the additional company of sangee. when you think life sucks, it only gets worse when your ipod battery has a lifespan of three hours. knnccb.
back to DOM, where ferdinand the horny nutcase tries to rape his own sister with his words of angst.
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