Seeing stars.
Sometimes I feel unwell and ask to be excused from doing something or going somewhere, people think I’m faking it. Their reason being I look like how I do every day, that I’m not writhing in agony or pale or breaking cold sweat or have blood run down every hole on my face. Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know that if my insides are fucked up, physical tell-tale signs instantly appears as well. One day I might just faint and assholes would think “Oh she just fell asleep”.
Think I’m groggy cause I haven’t had coffee today. Also, I have a lot of hate building up inside because everybody around me sucks. Listening to mainstream pop songs aren’t helping the least bit. How do you even? I cannot fathom. I’ve been indoors the whole day. I think it’s the Cabin Fever talking. HERE’S JOHNNY!
(via fatal-wound)
Ohmygod I almost cried. Somebody posted a Radiohead Malaysia concert poster that is set for May and it turned out to be fake. YOU DO NOT JOKE ABOUT RADIOHEAD OKAY. Not funny. Allmytears.
Tumblr just changed the icons for reblogging, liking, replying and the notes.
I’m in a terrible mood right now, so I’ll say I DO NOT LIKE THIS THE LEAST BIT.
Kittens will die tonight.
FUCK YOU ECZEMA.
I just realised what I have on my right hand, I have it on the right side of my lips too. And all along I thought it was an odd case of chapped lips.
I am soooooooo fed up of seeing all these news about Dark Knight Rises spoilers like major cameo or key plots and whatnots. The people who let these information leak should be shot at. There actually some people who want to watch the film in theatres come Summer, be amazed and have their ten dollars worth. Why can’t Christopher Nolan be more secretive about his films like JJ Abrams is?
I WANT RUN DOWN AN OLD HAPPY COUPLE ON THE ZEBRA CROSSING.
If I’m angry and not swearing, that means I am really pissed off that even the act of swearing doesn’t relief the frustration and does not suffice to illustrate just how absolutely irked I am. I WANT TO SKIN A PUSSY CAT. I hate sending my stuffs to repair. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
STUPID FUCKING TEA AND YOUR FUCKING CAFFEINE! Thanks for making sleep at 6am you little cunt!
Fucking glitchy Pottermore. I can’t bloody brew my potions! And here I thought it’d all be better after that god-awfully long hiatus. WHAAAAI!!!
That pissy-fying moment when you have finished your assignment and you’re about to reward yourself with a little Tumblr time and you see your favourite blog posting a lot of stuff but the connection is so shitastically slow that nothing loads at all. FUCK THIS SHIT. I’m going to shower now and after that I’ll start revising for the business test tomorrow.
When I’m suppose to concentrate on my assignment, Tumblr keeps getting updates by the minute. When I’m finally done with work, Tumblr wouldn’t budge one bit. Da fuq?!
Woman, what the fuck? First you bitch about me not prepping dinner in time. And now that I’ve actually done that, you decide to let me wait and the food run cold while you entertain some guest? WTF. Get her out and come eat. I’m fucking hungry too.
If I throw a hissy fit over something so trivial/minor/petty, well guess what, that means you fucking matter to me.
So I just came back from a wedding dinner, and during the journey home my sister put on a dreadful playlist of Glee music. I know exactly why I dislike Glee. They make mainstream/pop music worse than they already are.
Their versions aren’t any better than the originals. They fucking suck. I can’t comprehend why they haven’t started writing and performing original Glee songs. I totally understand why they had to make covers at the beginning, but now that they have a fanbase, and a pretty substantial size at that, why not do your own songs?
Also, that one girl’s voice sounds really annoying. It sounds like disgustingly sweet and puke-inducing hair-raising bubblegum.
No. Just no.
