Saturday, September 20, 2003
@ 10:22pm
| Entry no.336 | Funny bunny people. Truly funny ones. Pretty people who make me laugh. Silly.
||   mood    full   ||
||   music    "real love" _ lil suzy   ||

Anyways, enough of me being random. Today we were supposed to head over to Kathy's pool, but instead we went to Hana's. Ouch. My tummy does not agree with sushi right now. And I usually love sushi too. My tummy's angry with me. My mummy's angry with me. My clients are too damn picky. And it's not even a client that I like. I'm not going into detail about things.. and there's a reason for that. My sister's complaining about how that I'm taking too damn long on here. Oops.

Some topics of today. I had two appointments today. One client I liked, the other one, I wanted to strangle. Uhm... yeah, what else? I'm supposed to have gone on the Pill today, but I think I'll start tomorrow. I have to read up on it. I don't know how to take the Pill; how sad is that? But then again, I don't talk to anyone whose on it, so who can I turn to for advice? All the girls I know are silly little things with babies. They're not people to turn to for advice.

What else? People keep thinking I'm engaged. Maybe I should tell them I am, they'll leave me alone then.

I wish I could talk to that pretty boy. Maybe one day, I'll get the courage to actually say hi, rather than smile timidly at him. So cute. So emo.

Okay, darn, getting kicked off now. <33 toodles.

( 3 ) deep dark secrets revealed  unburden your soul  ( memory/edit )

Saturday, September 20, 2003
@ 11:39pm
| Entry no.337 | I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts... tiddle-le-dee...
||   mood    angry   ||
||   music    none   ||

.... and I'm all ready and poised to throw them at my mother's head.

Emo-ish. Emo-core. Ranting and raving. I feel like it. Quite angry, but of course it'll wind up in a Friend's Only post, because while I'm open about most things, there are somethings I'd rather know who knows my secrets.

I'm sad. Not depressed or anything. Just sad. Lonely. Unloved. Emo-ish. I have my blanket. My security blanky, which protects me from the dangers of the world and most importantly, against my mother's scathing tongue.

The bitch. The grade-A certifiable cunt. Fuck you, mummy. Fuck you up your stupid arse.

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Emo-ranting at its' best. ((sighs))

Anyways, I've got to shower. I feel loads better now that I got that off my chest. <33 toodles.

unburden your soul  ( memory/edit )

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