Know that maybe i will be ok
Stairs, Living Room and Bathroom all DONE.
Holey Sheet. I'm beat. I could feel my obliques crunching. Hoho. Thank God Sindy helped.
I have a new found respect for maids and cleaners. I don't know if the GQs count. Or Mad. I don't know if you get on your hands and knees to scrub the toilet floor and tiles. And get this: remove MULTICOLORED fungi. Who knew they came in shades of pink too?
Just one problem though. My forehead has been having breakouts since exams. Not to be pretentious, but I don't have breakouts. I usually only get a few pimples prior to my period. Now it's just ridiculous. I already have eczema to contend with. Don't you DARE say what you're thinking.
Last night, arif reiterated the fact that most blogs are emo. I know one of his fingers are pointing at me. I don't really care. Hell, I know people selectively sift through my posts. If they still make it here at all. I remember Zek saying something along the lines of 'if your main purpose of blogging is to rant about your emotions then just stick to it'. Yeh. The purpose of THIS blog is to ramble incoherently. About whatever I'm thinking of. Word.
YES! Tonight I shall have chicken! Finallyyyyyy...
Oh oh! And we agreed that my brother looks like Shia. That's gross.
Huh Huh Huh.
Labels: Housemates, Rambling
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