... there's a happy ending right?
Quote:
“First love is only dangerous when it is the last..”
- Branislav Nusic
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Well, first entry, huh? You guys must be expecting something funny, catchy or even expectacular. Sorry, but you're not getting any of those! lol! Mean, let's face it. My life is probably just as boring, or if you prefer, as insipid as yours. (No offence intended at all, by the way.) So I shall not bore you with details which I'm pretty sure you know yourself. :)
Anyhoo, if you really insist, then I must tell you. Afterall, can't stand letting someone down (another clue to unraveling my complex self, ha), especially when they're really relying on you. Not that you are relying on me or anything that, hmm, what's the word I'm looking for? Personal? Nah. Ugh, this is really gonna bug me now. :( But yeah, I think you get what I mean right? Well, you better. lmao.
So, obviously, I started my day by waking up (from another blissful 8 hours of slumber) then started to get ready for another torture, excruciating day of hellish school. I'm exaggerating here, aren't I? It's not that bad, really. Especially if you got friends such as mine. (Oh, yeah, totally! I got the best ones. Hands down.) Back to my mundane life story, got up, got ready, had a bowl of cereal (Crunchy Nut cereal) then played for a wee while with Macho (my pup!). That reminds me, Macho nearly joined his Creator! :( He's now being dubbed by me and my best friend, Shaun the Sheep (lol@the name!), as Macho the Druggie. Cause you see, he overdosed when he ate all of my mum's iron pills on Tuesday. Man, were we worried or what! I even cried. (Must tell you, I never cry so easily unless something really upset or angers me. Those are the only circumtances that the water works break loose.) I can laugh at it now, but back then, I was really upset. He's only 9 weeks old, for goodness sake!
A nice story for you huh? At least there's a happy ending right? That isn't always the case. Like my story with Jerk (I'll keep that story for next time). Well, why don't you look at that! It's already 8.09 pm. Sorry, but can't continue telling you my day. Maybe next time. :)
Lots of love,
C.
“First love is only dangerous when it is the last..”
- Branislav Nusic
×
Well, first entry, huh? You guys must be expecting something funny, catchy or even expectacular. Sorry, but you're not getting any of those! lol! Mean, let's face it. My life is probably just as boring, or if you prefer, as insipid as yours. (No offence intended at all, by the way.) So I shall not bore you with details which I'm pretty sure you know yourself. :)
Anyhoo, if you really insist, then I must tell you. Afterall, can't stand letting someone down (another clue to unraveling my complex self, ha), especially when they're really relying on you. Not that you are relying on me or anything that, hmm, what's the word I'm looking for? Personal? Nah. Ugh, this is really gonna bug me now. :( But yeah, I think you get what I mean right? Well, you better. lmao.
So, obviously, I started my day by waking up (from another blissful 8 hours of slumber) then started to get ready for another torture, excruciating day of hellish school. I'm exaggerating here, aren't I? It's not that bad, really. Especially if you got friends such as mine. (Oh, yeah, totally! I got the best ones. Hands down.) Back to my mundane life story, got up, got ready, had a bowl of cereal (Crunchy Nut cereal) then played for a wee while with Macho (my pup!). That reminds me, Macho nearly joined his Creator! :( He's now being dubbed by me and my best friend, Shaun the Sheep (lol@the name!), as Macho the Druggie. Cause you see, he overdosed when he ate all of my mum's iron pills on Tuesday. Man, were we worried or what! I even cried. (Must tell you, I never cry so easily unless something really upset or angers me. Those are the only circumtances that the water works break loose.) I can laugh at it now, but back then, I was really upset. He's only 9 weeks old, for goodness sake!
A nice story for you huh? At least there's a happy ending right? That isn't always the case. Like my story with Jerk (I'll keep that story for next time). Well, why don't you look at that! It's already 8.09 pm. Sorry, but can't continue telling you my day. Maybe next time. :)
Lots of love,
C.