::A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages::: So sick of love songs

::A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages::

Friday, November 24, 2006

So sick of love songs

I came home this evening as we've decided not to go over and spray paint the lamp because we both were tired. And my mom decided not to cook and told me to call my dad to bring food home. I was tired so i went to sleep and woke up at 9, in time to see her ranting on the phone and staring at me through the corners of the eyes. Whatever, why couldnt she just cook in the first place or just eat maggie mee. Like what i do when noone cooks for me. And i only had bread for dinner.

Can you tell me why, because sometimes we see each other too much and we end up:
-fighting
-feeling moody/ not talk to each other
-or both
And i am disappointed because, on your blog im just a "friend". What am i to think? That you are embarrassed to announce that you're in a relationship? Perhaps i should be too.

And why doesnt anyone call me for a job? Do i have "unemployable" written on my forehead?

Live high Live mightly Live righteously
Posted @11:40 PM

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