Mum came back from overseas and brought back pop tarts and perfume. I guess it made me pretty jolly, except im on the edge of being hospitalized for obesity. Pop tarts are so good! Holidays have started and what i've been doing is waking up in time for Oprah, watch that while getting dressed and then i head off on a journey to nowhere. It usually ends up being a journey to seven eleven. Today i bought mens tshirts and spent the day sewing them and cutting them up and making them pretty. HA! Cheap thrills.
I had such a good laugh today. It was over at how illiterate my dad is. But still, its one of those laughs that keep this mega joyous feeling in your tummy for the rest of the day. And every conversation is jollier than the last. I had a really nostalgic conversation today, about growing up in the 90s actually. And ive come to the conclusion that i really want to go back.
So right now, i still have the joyous feeling in my tummy and i might head off to watch the Wog boy for the gazillionth time farken. Ha! I might have pop tarts while i watch it.. and drink pepsi out of a wine glass. Its totally my new thing. Try it, you feel uber important.
By the way, to all women; don't like boys. Okay, like boys who aren't shit, because they'll make you sad.. and make you wait for them to talk to you.. and are so perfect. *sigh* I'll leave that for another time maybe.
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