Sunday, March 4, 2007
whatever dad, whatever.
who needs your landiao chocolates anyway.
and your noodles, omg they make me gag.
thanks loads dad, for pushing me back down again whenever i've struggle to move on.
and not to forget your fementing noodles, which, im sure will cause me to mutate into some alien with noodles for hands, going by the looks of it.
today, i dont feel very sane at all. considering the fact i was playing with my blade when the guy was there to take my piano away. dearest dad, ever considered that maybe the piano means a lot to me although i've given up on it and leaving it there to accumilate dust. that is my freaking problem to handle and you dont have to give it to the guy for 50 FREAKING BUCKS. MY PIANO FOR 50 FREAKING DOLLARS. count your blessings i didnt get possessed by my rage and stick the bloody knife up your arse. yes, and honey, if one day you decided to throw away my guitar(and its still no bloody business of yours i dont practice), as well, i think i'll probably lose it man, you can be sure of that.
tomorrow i hope to go town to get some stuff for camp and syf. victorian goth <3
(picturing ugenie rapping smack that)
*burst out in uncontrollable laughter
6:05 PM
