Listening to Enya - Orinoco flow

i opened up blogger page yesterday, stared at it for a full ten minutes, decided that i had nothing to say, clicked on the cross on the top right hand corner and went to sleep.

that was two am.

and i woke up at eight am. *yawns*

ive been having a poor appetite (surprise surprise!) and my stomach gives me hell like every hour or so.

for the first time in my life, po chai pills have got absolutely no effect on the nagging dull pain.

*cries for help*

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ive been smiling and hee hahing with the bitch these days while in my mind im like can you open your mouth for me to throw my gloves inside?

she really has got breath that stinks. literally. reeeeaaallllyyyy. im saying that with a straight face.

im still trying to come out with stuff more evil than the fart tank to entertain myself. been having no luck so far.

this bitch has got a black heart. if i post what she did up here i would prolly break my own ricebowl into smithereens.

in case there are people who wants to know come and ask me personally about it. friends who have heard about it so far have been asking her to go to hell.

i totally agree. hell is tailor made for people like her.