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Sunday, March 23, 2008

disgusting.

there are a few things i particularly find disgusting. well, whoopee, something new has been added to my list.
hair filled strainer clearing.
GROSS. well its not really filled like filled to the brim, but still disgusting. and of course i had to clear it, because im using my mums bathroom when im not supposed to blah blah blah...
might not be gross to you rest, but i hate it. those slimy wet (slimy from unwashed off properly conditioner) long strands of knotted thread like brown strings that refuses to be dumped off unless you use a tissue and wipe it off.
absolutely revolting.

on to happier things...
i think ill blog about the happier things that happened today another time,
because as usual, reaching home and staying here has put me into a foul mood. as usual.
i dont know why, but its never home sweet home for me. hardly ever. sometimes even school seems more appealing.
that should tell you the extent of my frustration.
or maybe ive been doing the glass menagerie too much. the 'feeling of escape' in me is overwhelming.
but whatever, theres nothing i can do about it.

cheerio.