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Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
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ayien. |
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he drove me to daytime tv
Saturday, February 25, 2006, 9:20 PM
And just to soften the blow, I'll steal all of your kisses. And sew them up in the creases of our hearts.COLD. so COLD. whud could ever defrost it? and its winter all around. haiiish. you wun understand any of tis, none of it. so steer clear while the snowman's still standing. cold cash... bleahs. the previous paragraph is of no significance. so dont bother trynna read between the lines, unless u can try squeeze it outta me. and i realised that the chocolate mint pretzel from aunt anne's tastes so fuckin delixius that it leaves me drooling right up tis moment. arghs. and too much milkshake aint gonna do you any good, cus ull end up feeling nausea and makes u feel like barfing. so im wondering how some people can gulp it down in 5 minutes when i take 20 friickin minutes to finish off the last drop. mayn. im so craving for a cokefloat. and they should set up aunt anne's at bugis! so the next time round i hang out there, i can easily get the cookie and the milkshake and the pretzel all at one shot. yummay~ THAT is so punkrawk baybeh! im SO looking forward to the orientation camp tis friday. a break from reality. n reconnection wid the oac-ians. dinner wid them was a blast. whud wid the crayzee bunchas asses crapping evry single second. bwahahahas. no credits to the cik pon stories tho'. and here i am, tinking college east is the coolest skuul? bleaahs. hmms. im so contradicting myself. haiish. Such holidays in the sun don't come without sacrifices. You know it makes more sense... its. darn. empty. unexplanable. unattainable. uncomplished. un-pleasable. there aint any shortcuts. and dun. pass that job. because of whud i did. u nid it. and ull do me real proud if u go on widdit. just to say we're sorry for the black hearts and bleeding lips. -ain |
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