fuck
I love euro techno...there, I said it and I am okay with it. I have techno pride, do you? Anyway, I promised not to write shit that would get me in trouble here so I choose to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach that tells me that I'm totally fucked and I really wish that this would just go away because I refuse to live a chick flick, as Emily put it. Or, okay, I wouldn't mind living a chick flick as long as it had a chick flick ending. But at this point, the ending looks like a funeral scene...the death of my childhood innocence...haha, I am such a weirdo. It's okay though. Some would say that my weirdness is my essence, others of course, would just laugh in my face. It's cool though:)