11:17 PM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
I
dont like people who call my
cell phone and look for someone else. So, stop calling my phone when you never had the intention to talk to me. Fish you, dammit. Piss me off at the wrong time of the day, when I'm fishing hungry! ):
Tomorrow, tomorrow. Tomorrow onwards, no more long underpass walks to United Square. No more cheery good morning greetings. No more countdowns to 9pm. No more train rides home with lesbians. No more Elaine Wong to piss me off. No more
"Eh, go take Scott's Emulsion. You're gonna fall sick, you know." TOMORROW! Tomorrow, I'm gonna be so so darn sad. ): I'm gonna miss all their crazy stupid lame meaningless jokes. I AM SO SAD! After tomorrow, I am going to be so free. I am intending to rot till someone asks me out. Boo myself. ): >Talk to me.