4 in the morning
i hav the put-aside-money-for-my-diamond-ring-fund urge.alternatively i cld juz ask ppl VERY NICELY to contribute more to the make beryl happy fund.
anwyays im irritated. coz a happy laughable post i juz written got lost when the bitch of a comp decided to pms n hang.
so now im left with a semi blank screen.
all i can say is.
i hate it when objects decide ta b women.
basically. im too irritated to rethink wad i wrote in tht spur of ingenuity.
so.
im going to make it a boring make up post.
my comp whom i hav decided to name. Bitch. can now hang for all i care.
oky.
my post was bout buying two shirts for the guy in brunei.
a syndrome called "nver enough"
and my secret inner desires for my guy to b intellectual funkypie cum rocker dude based on the shirts i bot fr him.
pull n bear is having furthur reductions if anyone cares.
i totally, seriously hate it. when all i hav written wld most prob garner a few snorts of laughter frm ppl who actually understand or are involved in my current stagnating life. and its juz swiped off like tht. so im in no mood to b humourous now.
i shall juz grumble sulk pout.
n murmur the stories of fooktard.
to myself.
fook.
What have we been doing for all this time?
Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right
