i'm a sucker for things that make me go
awww.
*swears*
like that guy from sundays at tiffany's said, i'm really happy in a tortured kind of way.
michael i think.
*swears more*
i need a psycharitrist.
and i'm sure i didn't spell that correctly.
oh crap.
i so need to read the crack pairings.
no more heartache for me.
if i can resist the remptation.
and if i can bear with the cold turkey.
argh.
i can't do it.
i hate myself.
i must be a sadist to actually enjoy the heartache.
hamster:
no, you do have to play with sea cucumbers.
with your feet.
wanna bet it was corn's idea.
but the chocolate sounds worse.
THANK GOODNESS COMMITTEE MEMBERS DON'T NEED TO PLAY.
Rahman:
nah, it was hotmail.
but it was so late my mind was confused(note it was confused, not not functioning)
and i typed blogger.
HAHA
didn't think anyone would notice.
HAHA
ah ****,
i shall drown myself in sorrow.
bell!
you're back!!
how was your OCIP?
and what on earth did ivan do to himself?
