mm, hey.

My bumming days have somewhat come to an end. Momma's back, so I'm pretty sure that Chinia and me are going to be out everyday. What sucks is the fact that she's going to Kashini's place for the next week, so yet again, I'm all aloney on my owney. What bollocks.

Haven't realised how all the shit that's been going down has caused me to drift apart from the people I love. Hadn't realised that my absence had affected quite a number of people. So Gee and Kittykat, I'm sorry. I just thought you two were busy with exams and whatnot, but in truth you guys were just giving me time to sort whatever I was going through out. I have never noticed these things, so you two are going to have to bear with me.
Whatever it is, you know I love you, kan retards ? (:

On another note, I'm finally feeling some looooove, thanks to Momma, and nobody else. Okay, Chinia too. But having Momma around somewhat tones down my absolutely mental behaviour. Note, I said somewhat. Haha.
During the week, I morph into this demure little(HAHAHA) child, who sleeps all day and hardly makes a sound. This, takes some getting used to from the people who know me, even remotely. As they all are so used to seeing me apeshit. Ah well, live and let live I say.
Not.

Anywhoo, I am really starting to believe that my mind has taken a course of its' own. Honestly. I keep coming up with random jokes, and shitty things to say. Which is not much of a difference, but I swear it's actually worse than before.

My body timing has quite literally taken a new toll. A few nights ago, Chinia and me were up till aboutt 5 in the morning, making Mac&Cheese, which might I add, tasted pretty good. Eventhough it did have somewhat of a greenish orangey tint to it. Disgusting as it sounds, I'm pretty damn proud, as I can't make so much as maggi mee without threatening to blow up the whole building. I'm not saying that I'm a mess in the kitchen, just to get you to laugh, but because I am quite literally kitchen disaster on legs. Not as bad as Chinia, who stuck milo in the microwave, only to have it blow up. But trust me, I'm pretty damn bad. I think a dog could do better than me in the kitchen.

Ash dropped by on her way back from college the other day, so I could pass her my letter. Yes, I'm awesome like that. Anyone who knows me, must know how much I like writing to people. I used to write to KittyKat eventhough she was just a floor below me. She used to get rather agitated as I'd send her about 3 letters a day, consisting of the utter bollocks that my mind is capable of, no qualms.
Anywhoo, back to the point.
So we were talking and Ash said,
"First my boyfriend's cming over. Then when my boyfriend leaves, my girlfriend is coming over. Aiyo, I'm soooooo popular, I tell you."
Which led me to say,
"If that's what they're calling it now. Normal people call that 'Prostitution,' Ash."

Quite the funny, even for me. Am literally doubling over everytime I think about it. Yes, I happen to be quite easily amused.

Ah, anyways, Chinia is hungry for the 846093664 time today, and I don't want to risk the kitchen going up in flames, so I'm going to help her with the microwave. Which amuses me quite abit.
I'm exploring the depths of my kitchen (in)capabilities ever since I cooked the Mac&Cheese. I highly doubt they run very deep, but it's hella fun to make a mess in there, I tell you.