winglish.: August 2005

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Sunday, August 14, 2005

"Hi, my name is Wingman. And I'm a junkfoodie."

"Welcome to junkfoodie anonymous, Wingman!"

Fuck the diet.

Along with the rest of the world.

¶ 3:57:00 pm

I am one gia-mongous emotion bucket these days. I cry at the drop of a hat, scream at anyone who says "huh?" when they don't catch what I say and give the evil eye to anyone who even gives me a second look. I have discovered the great power of the finger when telling someone(s) to "shut up and fuck off".

Sorry to anyone I've aggrieved, really.

Maybe I'm pseudo pregnant, post-period PMSing, or maybe I'm menopausing way too early.

Even Chubby Hubby is not working its magic.
And neither is The Chubby Hubby. I take back all the times I said I wished he'd go for NS sooner.

All it takes is the fucked up army and the screwed up school.

¶ 2:37:00 pm

Skipped maths mock yesterday morning. Even the maths tutor told me to skip it since I wasn't prepared for it. Smartest thing I did in a while.

School's becoming a drag. I need a holiday man. Paradise Island. I can't remember where it is, I just like the name. Anybody, join me?

Not going to do anything at all today. Am giving myself the day off, but since when don't I give myself days off on the weekends? bah.

¶ 2:04:00 pm

Saturday, August 06, 2005

I SURVIVED 2 MOCK EXAMS. Neither of which I studied for.

I AM QUEEN OF THE WORLD.

ON YOUR KNEES!

and clean my chucks with your tongue while you're at it please, thank you very much.

¶ 5:16:00 pm

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