Monday, October 29, 2007
Rihanna said, "Shut up and drive"But since I don't have a license, I'll just ask you to simply shut up and DIE. Yes, I'm openly cursing the lifespan of the fucking irritant who can't seem to keep her unnecessary comments to herself.
If I choose to borrow Shidah's mirror to adjust my contacts halfway through during biology, it's clearly MY problem because it is MY eye that I'm touching (doesn't cncern you the least bit).
Think I couldn't hear you say that I suffer from Somatoform Disorder? Please lah, I have ears lah!
Some girls are just born to be cheesebun numbfucks. I don't understand why they can't keep their trap taped up sometimes. Boohoo, cry me a river, BITCH.
Let me do a lil' recalling about my class BBQ back in 2006:
I love it when I can spend time with my groupies.
I love the beach.
I love the chicken wings prepared by Dorie.
I love Seri's orange juice.
I love the wind blowing in my face.
=)
BUT
I
FUCKING
HATE
BICYCLE
THIEVES,
GREEDY
ASSES
WHO
CAN'T
BBQ
THEIR
OWN
FOOD
AND
BIRD-BRAINED
PEOPLE
SPILLING
ORANGE JUICE
ON
ME.
Shadow stepped, body touched, soul crashed at 9:29 pm.
