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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

burnt orange.

boy, do i feel like burning something right now...

i'm cranky because i slept at 5am today. when you know you'd have to wake up at 10am in the morning, it's not really such a good idea to sleep so late (or early... like you care whether i typed 'late' or 'early', urgh). i seriously need someone to force me to bed every night. anyone interested in doing so? ok, shut up 'cause i dont wanna know.

i guess i need more willpower, more self-discipline.

ohyea, did i tell you about the crying i heard about two nights ago? it was sick, man! i was scared shitless. it was 3 in the morning and then i hear horrifying cries of what? sorrow? despair? terror? not funny! gawd, i imagined some blood-soaked figure in white with her eyes clawed out was going to crawl up the stairs on all fours in some creepy and catatonic fashion to slaughter me with a butcher knife, or a lightsaber for all i care. i found out the next day that it was the rottweilers behind howling. some neighbour in the neighbourhood bought the house behind mine and put his dogs there. anyway, it's quite a distance from here to there, so dont go saying how silly or deaf i am for hearing things especially since it was in the middle of the night. stupid dawgs, says randy jackson.

i just accidentally read a spoiler for house. i really want to kill someone now. i hate spoilers.



i said, i hate spoilers.

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