middle finger up.
been wasting my time reading the journal of this prostitute. very ugly one, in fact. but her brutally honest posts amuse me to no end. plus she writes in perfect english. possibly because she is a graduate from one of the top three local universities.
on an irrelevant note, my back is killing me. but then again this is my journal so i am assuming you probably came here to read about my back anyway. so yes, my back is positively killing me!! must be the thunderstorm last night which got me sleeping on my side with the pillow on my ear and the blanket up pulled up to my nose and my...
in short my sleeping position was screwed, and now my back is screwed. and the condition of my back directly affects my mood so i feel quite screwed plus all that studying is getting me nowhere so im really angry.
im going back to studying before i realize how angry i am and start strangling the girl sitting beside me right now. ah, now i know why this particular boy i used to think was cute avoids me (very obviously). he probably thinks that i am crazy, which i obviously am. and he probably thinks that i will strangle him if he catches my sight, which... is just retarded. or worse, maybe he thinks that i am a monster! :O which.... depends on what your definition of a monster is.
ohwell. i'm just really happy that i dont have a happy trail. because happy trails are quite... disturbing.
xoxo!