Monday, 22 June 2009
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
was just talking to one of my best friends about how you'll always know your exes so well and even if you completely hate their guts you'll always feel something for them.i can tell i'll always value their opinion and if they advise me on something ill want to do it which pisses me off because i shouldnt care
''jealousy is an ugly emotion, and only for the weak''
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Tuesday, 12 May 2009
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
Today, I sent everyone a text on my phone book saying, "Happy Star Wars Day!!! May the Fourth be with you!!" I forgot to uncheck my exgirlfriend's number. She texted back, "one of the many reasons I broke up with you." FML
Today, I went to the eye doctor and they used dilating eye-drops on me. After I left, my vision was still pretty blurry. I walked to the subway and when I went to step onto the train, I missed and my whole left leg got stuck in the gap. The train was delayed 10 minutes because of me. FML
Today, I stepped out of my car and slipped on a fresh coating of ice on the ground. I tried to catch myself by grabbing the car on my way down, but unfortunately, I was trying to grab with the hand that was holding my car keys. I key-scratched my own car. FML
Today, I asked my mom if she thought I was straight. She looked at me and said "Well, that's really up to you honey. But your father and I would still love you." I was asking if she thought I had parked straight. FML
Sunday, 26 April 2009
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Monday, 9 February 2009
Monday, 2 February 2009
Sunday, 1 February 2009
sometimes, at locke, in the night-time, i would stand in the white-tiled bathroom of the boarding house, and open up my hands. a map of skin rivers. red lines or colourless, running over my palms. id bend back my fingers, until each crease darkened, opened up for me. like valleys. id stare at them, under the bare light-bulb. then close up my hands, go back to bed.
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
''i can't marry george because when i saw you and harry the other night, i nearly died,'' she said simply. ''the way he kept looking at you when rocky was talking to you - the way his eyes lit up when you walked into the room, the way you sneaked off together after coffee, the way he kissed you, oh!'' she covered her eyes with her hands as if the scene was being replayed on a screen in front of her. ''it was too much. i realised then, that if i didnt get him back, i might as well stop living.''