I don't care what you think, as long as its about me.

I feel so tired, i could drop down asleep here and now.
Except i won't.
Because the floor doesn't look all that comfy.

I do like sleeping. But. HORROR OF ALL HORRORS.
I have to set.my.ALARM. at weekends now. I mean, its bad enough having mother rip the warm duvet off you, but now an annoying beeping/radio irritation?

NOT HAPPENING WOMAN.
You is out of your MIND.

What has my life come to?
Bad times, that's what.

Hmmph.

I think, just to spite her, i shall wake up at the CRACK OF DAWN every weekend to go running.

That'll serve her right for even suggesting such a disgusting proposition.

Hmmmmmmm... oh yeaaaaah.

The main topic of this post.


I have found happiness in my misery.


Up yours, bitch. :)