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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.

ultra pink.

for reasons unknown - actually, for reasons i choose not to disclose, i'm feeling rather resentful. a bit bitter, as well.

oh well, nothing like a guilty pleasure to cheer me up.

yeaaaah...
it's a party in the usa...

dont you laugh at me, because i find it really catchy. oh miley... LOL

btw? i killed a cockroach; unconsciously yelling "DIE! DIE! DIE!" whilst i smashed it to bits with a rolled-up bunch of newspaper, much to my mother's shock and dismay.

naturally, it felt very satisfying, seeing how much time my brother and i spent trying to catch and release it out into the wild. the fucking wild, i tell you! i wasnt too keen on sparing it, but my brother just couldnt kill it. so there we were, running up, climbing down, rummaging through clothes, trying to find the little fucker... then i screamed (in pure horror) as it flew into my face and bounced onto my arm momentarily. i have a serious phobia of insects, you see. so please, dont judge me, yea?

so yes, that was the main reason i wanted it dead asap: so it didnt have to fly into my face and make me scream like a little girl.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    27 September 2009 at 07:57  

    try having 14 of them living in your nice clean shoe during a week of holidays.

    then come back to me about phobia :) top