Almost famous...thanks to you DOC. LOLZ
I was suppose to write something emo and shit and fucked up because my famelee (no! I did not misspelled family, dun be stupid) just migrated to Australia and I am fucking left alone in a stinking 3rd world country (where bitching is immoral and sleeping around is slutty...wtf?!). Plus I freakin miss my momee too bad I think I'm gonna cry myself to sleep again. What?! Fuck you, stop laughing. Boo!
So anyway, as I was ready to give up on the drama about a "cheap slut" (according to the gf)(and guess who that is) who slept with her "asshole boss" ( who doesn't have balls to stand up for...
that LILO (Lindsay Lohan) kind of drama that makes you wanna throw up and just die
I have spent almost the whole week thinking of a new emotional cure-all. Because yes, I am depress and fuck I don't know why...owkey...maybe I do.
Shopping...been there, done that and no I did not get tired of it. I just don't have a choice. I once spent a day swiping my card because I was so depress and feelin too shitty. Citibank can shoot me dead for owing them too much money. But yes, shopping is the cure of all the emotional cure-all's (That is...if you actually can). Because it seriously makes you feel better when you see a god damn good looking shoes and feel how...
fuck you
"He thinks he's got some kind of immunity to her headgames? That kind of arrogance is just laughable. I don't care if you are
coated in teflon - if shit is being flung and you are anywhere in the vicinity, some of it is going to land on YOU."
because I don't get mad...
I GET EVEN...now watch me.
