Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Saturday, 15 May 2010

*tear*

My phone is way too old. I can only store 125 messages before my inbox is too full to get anymore. It really sucks to have to delete messages T______T

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Pants = Love

I GOT MY MOTHERFUCKING CD'S IN THE MAIL TODAY!!!

Yeah.

Pants = Love

I GOT MY MOTHERFUCKING CD'S IN THE MAIL TODAY!!!

Yeah.

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

Student Politics

A joke funnier than Law students being ethical.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

o//////////////o

I have a cold.

I think I managed to single-handedly destroy my immune system this week.

Karmic forces are at work. When I'm happy and having super amounts of fun, life sucker punches me in the face.

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Never

Got all the links to the songstowearpants too back catalogue.

Gosh darn it, this week just keeps getting better! I feel insanely happy and content.

And to top it all off I'm going to be all unsociable and dive into a book.

<3

Monday, 3 May 2010

So. Fricking. High.

Made a list of 100 things that make me happy on Friday.

19 of them happened today.

I feel bloody fantastic. You would not even BELIEVE.

Sunday, 2 May 2010

Match made in heaven

An attention whore and a voyeur.

Seriously, think about it. A voyeur likes to watch people do things. While in the normal sense of the word the things that a voyeur likes to watch are sexual in nature, this can extend to other things. Like Facebook stalking people. And staring at people on public transport.

An attention whore is someone who loves attention, and will do anything to get that attention. Maybe it's a pride thing. Maybe it's a needy thing. Who knows? In any case everything an attention whore does is carefully archived away into photos, videos or words to be accessed via some social networking site.

The perfect couple... the attention whore regulars acts and reaches out for validation while the voyeur watches and gives their silent (or not so silent) approval.

Pretty messed up huh?

Saturday, 1 May 2010

Something important?

That day is coming up.

I'm not sure of the exact date anymore. I mean, I think I know it, but I'm not completely sure.

I am rummaging through my past, documents and files that might give me an accurate description of what happened... but I can't find them.

It feels like I've misplaced some fundamental aspect of my past.

This is what panic feels like.