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Just comment.
Have fun.
(Not as dake anymore because I can't be bothered.)

what why are there bruises here and there

POOR TOM'S AFUCKINGCOLD
why does this heater do NOTHING

I WATCHED CJ7 LAST NIGHT SJHDKASJHDAKSJDASKJSDHAS

it was a pretty bad movie but i pissed myself laughing ;_;
OMG AND CJ7 WAS SO CUTE ARGH I WANT A PUPPY WAHHH
but uh, yeah. it was such a bad movie HAHAHAHA
oh well B]
stephen chow B]
oh yeaaah

and now i'm just watching stephen chow stuff ;_;
BECAUSE 007 WAS MY FAVOURITE
BUT WE LOST THE TAPE
SO I'M YOUTUBING IT ALL
BUT IT'S ALL MANDARIN CRAP
FUCKING MAINLANDERS

(joke, guys, joke)

I'm really interested in how things turn out naturally (although mostly when it comes to lines and things). Like, telephone wires making patterns with each other in the sky, or how paint soaks into wet paper, or the grain of hair and wood.

I think I would have explored this more in my major work if I didn't come up with my whole familiarity in strangers concept. Anyway. I have photos of both topics.

( These are pretty big. )

Okay.

egon schiele.
mmm.

I like atmospheres and scenes.

Which is why I walked home alone in autumn air, picked at red leaves and took a detour to buy an icy pole because I know it wouldn't melt in the cool weather.

Listened to Elliott Smith.

Passed beagles and men with glasses.

And thought of you, while I watched the same clouds above you move.

AND OMG I WANT PUPPIES ;_; I JUST KEEP SEEING THEM EVERYWHERE. AND BIRDS. AND FEESH OMG MY FAT FEESH ;_;

But puppies. I want them ;_;

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I'm sorry. Dubs just ruin EVERYTHING.

With hate fades love.
The love hasn't faded.
It never will.
It will stay this heavy, dense scent.
That cloaks and covers everything else.
It was meant to be.

OMG KUNG FU HUSTLE IS ALWAYS SO ULTIMATELY SAD ALL THE TIME OH MAH GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and oh, yeah. my brother is a fucking dickhead. i hate him so much sometimes.

GOD FUCK DAMN SHIT

okay, basically. i'm going to have to update nearly everyday when it comes to dt, so i don't forget. this is a back up if i can't be fucked to do an actual diary or some shizz :c goddamn. i feel like such a dick. i need to get fucking GOING.

okayokay.

btw, i fucking love hilary duff. HAHAHA, omg ;_; i cannot stop listening to her songs. i've been youtubing like a crazy dawg.

omg, had a dream where my dad said i could get A FUCKING PUPPY ;_;

BUT I WAS TORN BETWEEN THESE OMG, AHAHAHAH I JUST REMEMBER THE NAME OF ONE OF THE SPECIES. it was like devil dogs or something. HAHAHA but they were so small and cute and sleeping and ;_;

and then other dogs and omg and just puppies everywhere i want a puppy now fuck i hate school i need to do work fuck it it's cold and i'm tired and i'm never in a good mood

So, it's come to my attention that I shouldn't be friends locking the majority of my posts anymore. He's never going to come here and read about my life and if he does, okay. Whatever. Fuck it. I can't keep running away and hiding and being a piece of dick.

I'm doing what I want to do.

I'm not living my life according to him anymore.

Anyway. I'm sitting here. Roasting over my heater. Listening to Metric which is the band I always fall back on when I'm in a music slump. I'm also drinking like, 1.5L of oolong fucking tea and peeing every five minutes. And also, when I pee, I pee for like.. 190348120938 hours because I drink so much of that shit. But seriously. I peed for so long just then. Bought some pocky today, it's been a while. Goddamn, they've upgraded some of their boxes, it's like a pencil case. I've got a right mind to just varnish the hell out of this box and use it as a pencil case. Goddamn. I think it sucks that I know what a sad-about-to-cry-had-a-bad-day-GIVE-ME-SYMPATHY voice is like because sometimes I use it to my advantage. I just made my brother leave me alone with that voice. And it sucks. Tom just went through my photobucket album, that dick. I didn't know it was public. Great. I made it private though. That's good. Wall of text? Yeah. I feel really.. argh. My short hair and bad skin and angry face and black nails make me feel like a goth dyke shit wanker turd. I'm getting sick of it. I want my hair to just groooooooooooooooooooow. You know, things like drawing pubic hair and leg hair and arm pit hair and penises and vaginas and other things people find ~*~confronting*~ just piss me off. I draw them. It's just.. it's things to draw. People have them. So, why. Is it. That when I show people, they have to be dicks and point it out? Yeah. I drew it. Grow up. And blow away. I mean, it's not even that uncommon anymore. Anyway. My nails feel long again which means they grew about 1mm but I need to cut it off. I hate nails. I need to drink more tea. More fucking oolong tea and fuck you. Fucking weeaboo. I wish I was a man. A boy. A guy. I made this room smell like ketchup. I love it. Hey. I'm. So. Fucking. Fucked.

Okay, I'm out.

( Give Me Sympathy. )



Give me sympathy.

How I look at you.


How I look at me.


Ignore everything I ever say and do.

Sometimes, when I listen to songs, I find myself repeating one line that sticks to my mind like honey. Or mud.

I should've given you a reason to stay.

It's not relevant though. I shouldn't've. And I didn't.

That's okay.

gosh darn, i'm on the rebound guys

HAHAHAHAH



WHAT A CUTIE

this is so hard

fuck, i love him. everyone does. but i never wanted to marry him BUT I REALLY WANT TO
but like everyone else, we all know we just cannot.
girls anyway
gosh darn

I don't want to go to sleep and wake to another day of nothing.

So, I've just been watching different live clips of Emily Haines. But only Winning.

BTW.


ALBERT. IS ONE OF THE CUTEST LITTLE KIDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. GOD, I LOVE HIM HAHAHAHAHAHA

Hm, I kinda want a burrito or enchilada day. What sucks is that there's no day starting with B or E so it won't alliterate. And that's half the fun :c

Cheeseburger Tuesday kinda works though..

CURLY FRIES FRIDAY WORKS TOO. THAT IS, IT WOULD IF AUSTRALIA WOULD GIVE US SOME DAMN CURLY FRIES.

AND HOLY SHIT. AFTER WIKIPEDIA-ING CURLY FRIES I FOUND OUT THAT HOG'S BREATH CAFE HAS THEM. But, wtf. They're called Hog's Tail Fries and I'm not into that. I want curly fries. And when the hell can I go there? Hellz no. I just want curly fries to be available ANYWHERE.

(plus, the best way to eat fries is in a paper bag, walking around with someone. Walking and drinking soda with a straw is pretty cool too. Or a cheeseburger. Muffins are okay but not cupcakes. Okay.)

NOT SOME DAMN LAME ASS CAFE. A CHAIN CAFE AT THAT.

HEY. CURLY FRIES ARE AVAILABLE AT MCDONALDS. IN HONG KONG. HELL YEAH, YOU KNOW IT. And in Hong Kong, KFC has those awesome grid fries.. and they're awesome.

Why does Australia suck.

I'm really hungry. But someone ate all the pancakes I made this afternoon and we have ice cream and I want ice cream with pancakes and gosh darn. I want curly fries. I want breakfast. It's eight. I want home fries.

FOOD, GIMME SUM O DAT SUHWEET LUVEN.

I don't feel like chasing you anymore, to be honest. I don't want to be in a one-sided relationship anymore.