morgueville,heartland living.

am dead beat. this entire week has been gawd-i-can't-wait-for-tomorrow-to-end. horrifyingly eventful, otherwise making a dull, non-existent life of a junior college student seemed like a red plastic bag. well actually a red plastic bag can be interesting. ahh. now i dwell into the realms of senses.


so anyway am gaining back the 4kg of fluid i lost during the shitearse foodpoisoning episode faster than i can say 'extrim'. plus i'm going chompchomp tomorrow. can't wait. but my stomach still feel as if if i farted all the excess air out of my arse, it will take like 5 minutes. perhaps then, i gonna be all ready for chompchomp. it felt fuck the whole day after i ate tonnes of junkie at amy's house (watching the-artist-formally-known-as-prince-and-now-is-call-prince-again-but-who-the-hell-cares-anyway on mtv and then national geographic when william hung came on) and at miss thiang's birthday bash. cheerleading after that was Horrendous.


alright. shall go before i fall asleep flooding the laptop with my saliva.