Note to self
Note to self: You are broke, stop shopping and spending already! Retail therapy is just an excuse, really. Now, go pack your messy desk and sell off some of your unwanted stuff on Yahoo auction! And hell no, you so do not need a lavender PSP slim just cos your bro bought the ugliest neon blue PSP ever and you would not be caught dead playing it.
Post Edit: Fuck, I hate it when ppl take my stuff without permission, and there I was searching high and low for my bag and my digicam in my room, pretty sure that they SHOULD be there all the while. And then I found both in my mum's room. Does she not know what the fuck is respecting the privacy of others? I have stuff, office pass, an organiser in my bag, photo shot in my digicam that she by now would have accessed and rummaged thru.
Tell me why do I have to live thru all this hell with her at home as well? I get all the fuck at work, get fucked inside out by so-called friends and then such fuckery at home to deal with. Damn, I already had to lock up my luggages and bags so she cant open up my stuff, now what else, set a security password for my digicam or what. Just issit with her that she and I have to be at odds over stuff like these over and over again. Either she messed up my laundry, or she screw some of my stuff or she make snide comments about my work/salary/studies/her allowance/comparisons to my cousins.
Watever it is, I am going to have it out with her tmr. It is not as if she do not know how much I detest her and others taking my stuff without permission. Grrggghhh. Neverending woes.
ameliat , can you just pack me off when you head back to Perth? You know one of these days, I would just love to do just that and buy a one-way tix and never come back to deal with all this shit.
Post Edit: Fuck, I hate it when ppl take my stuff without permission, and there I was searching high and low for my bag and my digicam in my room, pretty sure that they SHOULD be there all the while. And then I found both in my mum's room. Does she not know what the fuck is respecting the privacy of others? I have stuff, office pass, an organiser in my bag, photo shot in my digicam that she by now would have accessed and rummaged thru.
Tell me why do I have to live thru all this hell with her at home as well? I get all the fuck at work, get fucked inside out by so-called friends and then such fuckery at home to deal with. Damn, I already had to lock up my luggages and bags so she cant open up my stuff, now what else, set a security password for my digicam or what. Just issit with her that she and I have to be at odds over stuff like these over and over again. Either she messed up my laundry, or she screw some of my stuff or she make snide comments about my work/salary/studies/her allowance/comparisons to my cousins.
Watever it is, I am going to have it out with her tmr. It is not as if she do not know how much I detest her and others taking my stuff without permission. Grrggghhh. Neverending woes.
ameliat , can you just pack me off when you head back to Perth? You know one of these days, I would just love to do just that and buy a one-way tix and never come back to deal with all this shit.