You Were Always Playing Hard
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother getting a 60 dollar haircut. It looks just like how it normally would. Just with no split ends.
Today it's Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up and Kate Voegele's It's Only Life.
I think Unagi with Cream Cheese is the most sinful thing I can eat. Can you imagine how clogged my arteries are right now?
I don't want new housemates. I want the ones I have now. Please stay? Pretty please? Well unless of course, the other option is what Sindy suggested, then I'm all for it. :D
This round of PMS is brought to you by the letter B (for bloated), L (for lazyass) and R (for ravenous). It's probably a half truth to say I'm feeling antisocial as well. I think it's more of me just wanting to sleep.
Do you ever get tired of expressing your love for people? Like you know how certain things trigger memories of people you miss and love, or the people you meet everyday. Then you keep gushing mentally about how much you adore them. What if you get tired of doing that and you fall flat on your face? Not to say you don't feel that way about them anymore. You just get so tired of repeatedly tearing your heart out and attaching it on your sleeve for all to see.
Susah asyik beremo ni. I just want to be placid. Word.
Labels: Emo, Family, Food, Friends, Geekery, Housemates, Random
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