Oh, The Things I Write About



No blog for eons? *Gasp* I blame all my petty college work + emotional distress for that. Every time I try to hit the books, I’m distracted by the shiny array of new episodes of my favourite shows.
I saw the latest episode of the Vampire Diaries.  The single tear of anguish slipping from Damon’s eye was even more heartbreaking than seeing a  mangled squirrel. Although seriously, I wanted to laugh at first. Really? Single tear? Ian Somerhalder may be supreme eye candy but crying is just not sexy.
Do they sell tears on e-bay? Just checking.

In other non-delish moments, I’m forced to suffer to spend more solitary and ignore fests. Yay. Invisibleness is us but I don’t give a hell’s pit about it.

Captain Planet luhves me

Actually I do. I just wanted to sound more hopeful.

Also, we had a fight with A who went all bat crazy on us. She even fetched her bulldog of a “friend” to intervene. I like that guy about as much as I like cancer or AIDS. He resembles a deflated balloon gone wrong and should stop nauseating others with his attractive Facebook pictures. They are inducing people to vomit in the mouth.

How to counter intense spells of loneliness? I’m fixated on making food my next best friend but this relationship is just too complicated for me (and my derriere) to handle so, if you know some awesome tips to keep yourself busy when people are being assholes, drop a line in the box.
My friends give me awesome advice but y’know you’re absolutely the coolest person on the planet if you comment.  If you have never suffered loneliness, depression etc: Thank you very much, you may read and comfort me as I silently loathe you.
Just kidding.

Do I have a happy news item to share with you? No. Nikki’s cat died by the way. R.I.P cat.

I like goldfish.

Listening Now: Howl – Florence and The Machine