mm, hey.

Been in a total shitty mood these past few days. Maybe just PMS, but I'm going to ignore this fact as I'm pretty miffed that the Big G in the sky, has chosen to make me bleed when I'm supposed to be rejoicing in the fact that in two days, i won't even have to set foot in this big pointless place.
I absolutely despise this cycle with a firing passion. Gosh, was it so bloody hard to listen to instructions, Eve ? Tis all I'm asking. To all you dumdums (though I say this in the nicest way possible), I'm talking about (jengjengjeng) the perils of ms banana. Or as Naomi says, mr banana. Personally, I don't want men popping out of me every month. But then again, men are the sole reason for most of our pain, so what's another on their list, aye.
Moving on, I'm definitely failing math. Giddygodspajamas, that can't be good.
Uncle Hok is back in town, so he insists on going out every night for dindin. I'm not complaining, but by the end of this trip, I may not fit through the door. Good god.

You, are so freakin confusing.
You, are amusing, in the least flattering way. :D

;; you've got your momma's smile,
but youre yesterdays child.