I just came home from art! I'm so tired. But I know I will lose my (already dwindling) audience if I go on whining about my state of physical and mental health. Anyway in the cab home just now the cab driver chuckled at Q. After Q was dropped off, I asked why he laughed. HAHA the bastard said Q's voice was funny. Retard.
Turned out he's a tattoo artist by day and a cabbie by night. Wow (not coooool). Yeah so what was I getting at again? Oh.................................................. I just cannot seem to remember.
My studies = Shit, so I've decided to reform my study methods. I am going for night study tomorrow. With none other than ngeowson I think? Cup noodles girl of 2006. I'm trailing off. I can't structure proper sentences at this time of night. Argh.
Tabi: You asshole why has your hol started? and you've not been talking to me you prick! you know what to do.
Till the next unengaging and dumbed down post.
You, you you you you you you you.
De battre mon coeur s'est arrêté.
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