My anger
towards the world has set along with the blazing sun. Mood swings, I’d love to
blame PMS for it but I don’t PMS, well not like that anyways.
Can music
have such an effect? Just like having your hair caressed, calming, intoxicating
and… I forget. Just hope he doesn’t realise the missing cassette from his
tape deck come Monday night.
My room, the kingdom of eternal mess – depresses me when I need none of it.
Gave The Backroom do tonight a miss. Last minute cancellations meant I didn’t have to cover it. Lovely. Meanwhile I’m still grappling with the whole ‘incorporate a blogger.com blog to your existing website’ thing. Martyn did mention it and I did see the function available. But how in good heavens do I change the layout AND have it properly linked to my site without it looking like an oddball next to the other pages. I’m left with one solution. Change the layout *cringe* or scream for help… Martyn!!! If you’re reading this reply my email please! Ladyface is in need of urgent assistance! I promise I’ll fly my arse back one day and we’ll have din din at Ha Ha!
It’s
Friday night/Saturday morning and I’m here, writing a second entry within 24
hours. I stare at my Paperchase ultra thick notebook and wonder what should I
fit in it. Yes I still have an addiction for new stationary, alongside other
addictions. I need a car, and then life in KL will be less painful. And I wont
be in on Friday nights just because I fear strange cabbies (met a few odd ones
lately). I’m prolly just paranoid, and my mum’s prolly succeeded in making
me fear for my scantily clad arse at night. With just about so many weird men
around lately, my theory about a ‘freaks this way’ tattoo on me arse are is
solidified.
Enough moping, totally not conducive for work. I initially opened this document to type my album reviews not write another entry! Argh! Ok I’m going to clean my table and go through my old notes, just to get into the ‘i’m going back to uni’ mode. *feeling depressed all over again*.
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