I seriously contemplate the meaning of my existence at times like these.
Stress makes me feel like:
- Getting a tattoo
- SMOKING omg (FEEL LIKE ONLY LAH)
- Screaming randomly at people
- Cursing randomly at people (especially when they accidentally spit food at you -.-)
- Baking cupcakesss
- Exercising (except I'm too lazy to get my fat ass to doing it)
- Dieting
- Shopping (Still sore over my loss of the Chanel 2.55 fakie fake ): )
- Spamming on stationery
Whatever. I still want a tattoo after As. But I can't cos my brother will kill me, tell my mom, and then she'll skin me alive.