STRIDER!
And now for a guest appearance from your friendly neighbourhood Emmseh!
Sup y'all? I finally arrived back in Sydney on Saturday morning to a rather enthusiastic James :D The past few days have been pretty fun, we haven't really left the house much, but still! I was meant to visit Mother Dearest on Sunday, but I couldn't be bothered going by myself so I just hung out around here. Past 2 nights have involved James taking advantage of me in a drunken state, the bastard.
I tell you what, I'm dying for a salad. I don't think I ever believed I would write something like that, but it's true! All the pasta and junk food and alcohol have made me feel like crap! This would be instantly solved by actually making the effort of either a) buying food or b) going back to Dad's house, but cbf and cbf. At the very least, I want my mung beans. I found some corn cakes but my muunnnggg beaaaannnssss... nooooooooooooooooooo.
Apparently a bunch of people thought I was dead or something, because I hadn't been online for a few days. LOL. Pretty much says it all, doesn't it? My computer is still in transit at this point, as are the majority of my things (my Sonic plushies and Dreamcast survived the journey however!) but as soon as they all get to my Dad's, I might actually have a reason to go back there. GASP~
I wonder what James' friends who don't know me are thinking? Hee. I've been listening to lots of UNjust and Less Than Jake recently, since I downloaded a little bit of music onto this puta to prevent myself from going insane. I'm also entering emo faggot perma-mode, since I've been listening to so much Thursday and Panic! At the Disco. ARRGGHH. What else?
OH! I took James clothes shopping yesterday! HAHAH. I have never heard the term "that's gay" so many times in such a short period in my entire life. Fucking idiot. Let me set the scene for you all. He point blank refuses to wear "metro" clothes and I hate his stupid polo shirts. As far as dude-blouses (as I like to call them :D) go, he already owns 10 of them, so I let him get one more. But I actually managed to force him into some t-shirts! He looks really pretty in them too. I also got him to buy a new pair of jeans since I figured he only owned one pair. HOWEVER, upon digging through his once again messy room (2 days later -_-) I found a couple more pairs. Oh well! Next is shoes. And, um, underwear, since he hardly has any. Isn't undies standard gift procedure? I swear guys are meant to have millions of pairs of them.
Besides that, I've played house wife and not much else. I want to start looking for work, but my resume stuff is in with everything else that isn't here yet. :( Le pewp. Somehow I don't think the Japan trip is going to fund itself! Not having a job really really sucks. I'm used to the routine and I'm terrified that I'm just going to sit around eating shit and balloon back up again. NUUUUU.
I've amused myself for long enough now, and I think the washing machine is free!
...
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!
Okay, bibuy :D
Emmseh xo
PS: I'm sore all over :(
PPS: lmao, I love how this entry is 5 times bigger than any other in this journal.
Sup y'all? I finally arrived back in Sydney on Saturday morning to a rather enthusiastic James :D The past few days have been pretty fun, we haven't really left the house much, but still! I was meant to visit Mother Dearest on Sunday, but I couldn't be bothered going by myself so I just hung out around here. Past 2 nights have involved James taking advantage of me in a drunken state, the bastard.
I tell you what, I'm dying for a salad. I don't think I ever believed I would write something like that, but it's true! All the pasta and junk food and alcohol have made me feel like crap! This would be instantly solved by actually making the effort of either a) buying food or b) going back to Dad's house, but cbf and cbf. At the very least, I want my mung beans. I found some corn cakes but my muunnnggg beaaaannnssss... nooooooooooooooooooo.
Apparently a bunch of people thought I was dead or something, because I hadn't been online for a few days. LOL. Pretty much says it all, doesn't it? My computer is still in transit at this point, as are the majority of my things (my Sonic plushies and Dreamcast survived the journey however!) but as soon as they all get to my Dad's, I might actually have a reason to go back there. GASP~
I wonder what James' friends who don't know me are thinking? Hee. I've been listening to lots of UNjust and Less Than Jake recently, since I downloaded a little bit of music onto this puta to prevent myself from going insane. I'm also entering emo faggot perma-mode, since I've been listening to so much Thursday and Panic! At the Disco. ARRGGHH. What else?
OH! I took James clothes shopping yesterday! HAHAH. I have never heard the term "that's gay" so many times in such a short period in my entire life. Fucking idiot. Let me set the scene for you all. He point blank refuses to wear "metro" clothes and I hate his stupid polo shirts. As far as dude-blouses (as I like to call them :D) go, he already owns 10 of them, so I let him get one more. But I actually managed to force him into some t-shirts! He looks really pretty in them too. I also got him to buy a new pair of jeans since I figured he only owned one pair. HOWEVER, upon digging through his once again messy room (2 days later -_-) I found a couple more pairs. Oh well! Next is shoes. And, um, underwear, since he hardly has any. Isn't undies standard gift procedure? I swear guys are meant to have millions of pairs of them.
Besides that, I've played house wife and not much else. I want to start looking for work, but my resume stuff is in with everything else that isn't here yet. :( Le pewp. Somehow I don't think the Japan trip is going to fund itself! Not having a job really really sucks. I'm used to the routine and I'm terrified that I'm just going to sit around eating shit and balloon back up again. NUUUUU.
I've amused myself for long enough now, and I think the washing machine is free!
...
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!
Okay, bibuy :D
Emmseh xo
PS: I'm sore all over :(
PPS: lmao, I love how this entry is 5 times bigger than any other in this journal.