Fuckity fuckity fuckity fug.
Whats another cold rainy day. This time i finally had a reason to bring my grey hoodie out (which I've not worn for ages and thought probably moulds and maggots would be growing out from it by now). Right, so good thing we're in the topic of jackets. I just so have to say this quickly. It bugs the hell outta me whenever i see strangers wearing such thick jackets not mattering whether it rained or shine. Why in the world of shinanigans would you wanna do that. People around you are perspiring. You for goodness sake are perspiring. ?????. wth.
Times up. I can slowly see myself vanishing from the atmosphere. There's nothing much for me to say here.
On another another random note. I'm hungry.
I could so go for like a huge cookie right now, with like, a lamb kabab simultaneously.
P.S. As far as boyfriends go. Ken Haris is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni. Mmmmm
x♥x♥
2 comments:
and you are the unagi to my linguine okay?
or the apple in my tapwater.
or the northern lights on my pantywear.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<3
Post a Comment