Lord Lich
Unfortunately, the days of terrorizing my under-lichen minions are way over, so much as I wish, there'll be no more prisoners, slaves and torture. We have to get on with life. Thankfully, however, there will still be ghosts, military trainers (now retired), sirens and a very stubborn daughter who refuses to marry a worm. Or the other way round. Ahwells. Life sucks. Get over it.

Wishlist
The History Boys DVD
Rent, the musical
Jingo - Terry Pratchett
Thief of Time - Terry Pratchett
Going Postal - Terry Pratchett
Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
Tale of Two Cities
Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
New Phone
High-heeled boots
Grey slipover hoodie
POTO Tickets

For the loud people:


Merci
The darling Mel, who photoshopped the picture you see to the left. <3
Layout (which I ripped and dreadfully abused) by the lovely Mah'rie
26 February 2007
Ugh. Pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed pissed look. Very pissed look.

I. Feel. Like. Throwing. Something. Preferably my phone at the wall. And getting a new SIM card. And msn next, except I can't really throw a bloody program out, so the com would have to go too. And maybe walk around with a freaking plastic bag over my head. Oh wait. That's translucent. Paper bag then. -.-

I was smsing Hien our chem tutor's message today, when I struck upon the thought that phones, since they have an 'insert smilies/number/word/random rubbish' feature, they should also have an 'insert vulgarities' feature. But then again, if there were that feature, I'll be extremely tempted to abuse that today.

Why is it that I manage to offend people all the time without knowing it, and yet I cannot say 'fuck off' when the time comes when I DO need to say it?

UGH. BALLBALL DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG I SPENT TRYING TO IGNORE ___? AND THEN YOU GO AND FREAKING MESSAGE HIM!

*throws things around maturely*

But really, how do you say 'fuck off' to a person, who, technically, didn't do anything wrong?

Unless being annoying was a crime, but then again, if that was the case, we'll have gone extinct.

This is extremely annoying, I say. Sticks out tongue and other digits. Or one other digit, for that matter.

blogged @ 4:55 PM