Tuesday, July 24
6:54 PM ♥

If everyday could be today.

Nothing new to report, which explains the lack of entries. Just getting back into the groove of things after having been in school for two weeks. I'm in something of a stasis lately. Lethargic, stable, content, but restless. Yeah, note the contradiction.

A lot has been lined up. Tests, projects, events. It's exciting for five minutes, afterwhich it's a yawn. My hair is reflecting my mental state at the moment -- a giant candyfloss of expressive fluff. I woke up later than usual this morning and instead of toothpaste, almost loaded my toothbrush with face wash. I was this close. That would've been a nasty wake-up call. And while everyone's rushing to buy the Harry Potter book, I got my hands on Jackie Collin's latest instead. Nic's aunt got it, to be specific. Can't wait to start on it!

Because you asked:
I was told not to even acknowledge your tag, but that would be too easy.

"You conniving, big, fat cheat! We're overrr!!!" That's what Nic said to me, not.

Nana whoever-you-are dear, you're sweet when you show concern with regards to my affairs but playing a 'sweet bitch' fits you ill. And I've decided I do not like you anymore than you like me, so let's just call truce and leave eachother alone. Unless of course, you'd rather show everyone how your universe revolves around me, then keep coming here and publish snippets of my supposed scandals. You're here with a mission, obviously fuelled by jejune anger. I must've treaded on your toes real hard before! Am I glad I did. You've sowed your seeds of discord, done deal, haha-in-your-face.

I'm getting too old to handle your juvenile behaviour. Infidelities or not, Nic hears it from me, not some dumb half-assed cunt, capisce? I do not care if my contempt colours this chunk of words, cos baby, it's deliberate.

I wasted 3 minutes on you, and that's all you deserve.

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Nic hates Bourbon Coke.





On a sidenote: Nic's trying very hard (and I mean veree hard) to get the attention of her favourite cat. I wish ya'll could hear her. Yippy, I hear the melodious sizzling of eggs being cooked. I smell it now. Mmm-mmm...it'll be my second egg for the day but I can't help it, I love eggs. Dinner time!

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