foking wiken puneta.

i'm so highly annoyed at him right now, and it's really kinda not his fault, and i need to chill out cause this is my bag, not his, so fine, i can calm down. sing some old Mecano, put on eyeliner, fake a smile and tell him, oh no, i'm fine. which he knows is fat lie and will hopefully find endearing cause i'm tired of being pissed.

let it be known that i hate living with my family.
also, i'm tired of using PMS as an excuse for my behavior.
and i secretly like that beyonce song, and shakira again.
i want to go see Ricky Martin in february, and i dont care what anyone thinks.
i dont miss new york, i miss my friends, and i'm really glad the beach is always 5 miutes away.
i'm sick of comments about my weight, but in general i'm very happy.

and he's here to pick me up so i'm busting a move.
a nice, pleasant smile type of move. not a "i'll cut you" greeting. no. not today.