the cut.

a couple of days ago i got this call from a friend of mine at 12.40am asking for a favour.

i said i'd help him out even though it would be zeke doing the 'work'

(i'm sorry baby, i should have asked you if its okay first)

and then i realized, why should i?

you. piss. me. off.

what got me really pissed off was that this guy couldn't even call me when i was interested to go to his youth group after promising numerous times (in front of mutual friends) since the beginning of the year, couldnt even call me when a friend of ours, alison, came down for a week to visit. even when i called and messaged him while she was down, he didnt pick up is phone or reply any of the messages.

first of all, he doesnt talk to me unless he wants something or talk about girls/religion/relationships (i know that is alot to talk about but less than 5 times a year for a conversation is pretty little, no?)

second of all, you call me in the middle of the night, asking for a favour and then i find out that the reason why you're even calling me is because its a favour for your girlfriend.

what the fuck is this?

you. are. an. ass.

you preach your messages but it all doesnt mean shit.

you talk big about wanting to bring me to church but never get back to me about the timings and when they are going to happen (because they arent on every week).

okay, i'm not pissed. rather, i'm disappointed. disappointed in people like you.

you make promises you cant keep.

your hypocrisy sickens me.

its sad, really. that we used to be close once (even though you did frame me for loosing our homework when you had it the whole time) and now, we're just associates, barely even that.

life moves on.

and we make better friends as we grow up.

i know i have.

xoxo
you know you love me

[ l y n n d u l g e n c e p r o d u c t i o n s ]

ticked

gets really annoyed when people who havent bothered to maintain their friendship with you calls you out of the blue and asks for a favor.

what. the. fuck.

its not a problem to do a favor for you but please, at least have the decency to maintain contact. and also, a thank you after would be good.

ass.

xoxo
you know you love me

[ l y n n d u l g e n c e p r o d u c t i o n s ]

leave you alone.

yes.. i'm feeling.

stabbity.

but when i went to deviantart to get a picture that'll describe how i feel..









this mother fucker came up.

i swear. i'll delete every god damn love song in my itunes if another bloody love song comes up again.

*stabs computer*

xoxo
you know you love me

[ l y n n d u l g e n c e p r o d u c t i o n s ]

my computer in PMS-ing

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY COMPUTER THAT IT DOESNT ALLOW ME TO LOG THE FUCK ON!?!?

its not funny. its not funny at all.

what the fuck?

i logged on this afternoon at 2.00pm and worked perfectly.

i log on 4 hours later and there's a problem.

WHAT THE HELL

i am annoyed and panicky enough as it is coz i didnt back up last months photos yet and alot of my songs on the itunes and i do not need my mother to tell me that i have been spending too much time online that is why my computer is being a fucking bitch neither do i need my sister to tell me that i probably downloaded a virus or some shit

i did not download ANYTHING the last time i went online.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

ughhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!

i am so frustrated, its not funny.

blogging with my mother's computer is a bitch and a half (which i am doing now).

please let my dad come back soon and probably hear about my computer's bitchy ways before he flies back so that he can spoil me with a new computer so that i will not have to turn to hybernating in my bed with 'the assistant' and my ipod.

guys, i am depressed. utterly annoyed. and definately jittery.

i need my computer to work.

xoxo
you know you love me

[ l y n n d u l g e n c e p r o d u c t i o n s ]