Im pissed and grumpy again. Im on a roll. Anyway. I slept with two pairs of socks and it got so uncomfortably warm that i woke up soon after. And i woke up annoyed. And i hate the heater. It fits so well in the whole with-or-without-you situation. Its complicating my life. I hate people. They’re all just silly excuses. And i hate excuses, which means i hate people. All of them. And then, my scar won’t go away, it loves me so. I don’t love it. I don’t mind it really but sometimes i really do. Whatever. Don’t you piss me off. The only thing i love is the soft awesomeness of the pages of the novel i’m reading. Aaah. Its a delight turning every page. Believe. You. Me. I hate blogging about random stuff. Yes.No.Yes.No.Yes.No.
Its 12.02. Which reminds me of New Years. 2010.1010101001. eakdjasdjkasdlkas.