Drinking tea in Supercars!

mood: sore

I really really fucking hate men. I really do.
What do they get some kind of sick pleasure out of flirting with you madly over a period of months, then claiming they are in love with someone else? That is just the most pathetic thing ever.
I  want to express how I feel about human kind right now, but it just ends up 'grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr', thats all I can think of right now.
Little hint, if you don't like someone, don't spend months telling them how 'special', 'lovely' and 'pretty' they are, flirting and then tell us you like someone else. Seriously, fuckers, it isn't funny.

I am celibate from now on. I give up. FUCKERS!

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mood: depressed

What is the big deal about death anyway? we all have to fall someday. should we not have a choice without someone branding us?

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location: In bed

mood: blank

music: Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven

Am quite bored, should be doing much work but really cannot muster up the strength to do it. Ooo am going to pay for that. One week to go before essay hand in date, have done first draft of one essay, half of another and still have 2 to go...arrgghh where did all this time go????

On a lighter note, I reckon James May does look a lot like the wonderful Beethoven...although probably not as grumpy?

  

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