I'm feeling really edgy today. And I would use the term emo, except then that would give all the emoposers out there to think that emo actually means emotional. I laugh in your faces. So all the people who have been calling me emo for the past few days, YOU HAVE GOTTEN YOUR WISH. HAPPY?

WHEN DARKNESS TURNS TO LIGHT, IT ENDS TONIGHT...

Finally I understand why people want Tournado tickets. I WOULD GIVE MY HOUSE AWAY FOR TOURNADO TICKETS RIGHT NOW.

And I haven't seen ANY bookstore's with Harold's End by JT Leroy. If anyone sees it, TELL ME WHERE YOU FOUND IT! But it's in the Literature section... So I doubt many of you will see it... But whatever.

Yes.

Snappish.

I feel violent. NOBODY'S AROUND FOR ME TO FUCKING TALK TO. Cassie is God-knows-where in Hougang... Cat's in Malaysia building fuckin toilets... And all my other buddies are MIA or are too boring to talk to on messenger. No offense, you're great in person.

I need a chatbox. I'll be happy to chat with a flamer right now.

There's holidays for you. I usually become depressed around this time.

I shall go write some random AAR songfic. I want to write about Dance Inside but that's too perverted. Sigh.

Damn you world.


I GIVE THE FINAL BLOW.