Kick Punch.

i've always had this feeling of punching someone. in the face. well, actually i've got a few people i'd punch in mind already but then again, it's because i can't get away with violence with no justification. so someone, make me mad so i can sock you one in the face.

i actually was talking to mawar about punching anwar. funny how their names rhyme, but they're from two different planets, of two different biological make-ups. anwar's an ape who would interrupt a discussion and say 'fuck you' in one breath. and mawar's from the sisterhood. she thumped anwar on the head. go figure. i wasn't there to witness female aggression in its most subtlety, i'm begging for a chance. please!

Oh Em Gee!

dude, i cried at the ending of The OC! i'm such a dork, whatevs. and i also can't write much nowadays i don't know why. it's like, ew. i'm such a ditz! ehmagod. too much reading wikipedia and bbc.com maybe. maybe.

i've come to this conclusion, for no reason: i'm a loser. haha!

shidot's home. am i happy excited or am i happy excited?? duh!




*just imagine me being partly blonde. it's my ambition. lol.

Dwoh!

i am uninspired. thank you.

but absolutely loving Joss Stone's "Tell Me What We're Gonna Do Now"

piss off.