Seething with anger right now and I need to punch someone badly.
I swear if I ever bumped into that son of a bitch ever againnnnnnnnnnnnn I will make the hell out of him. I thought fasting = makes you holier or something? HURHURHUR ALLAH SEES IT ALL. Well I hope your bloody stubby fingers now reek of Patrick. Ooh I'm good with puns.
But it was funny how he looked so shocked when I looked up and stared right into his face. Scurried off with tail in between his legs before I could deliver the punch that was coming up next. Am I that scary. -.-
Aight, so I was (still am) shit pissed and..... okeh, fair enough.
Nyeh it shall not ruin my good mood. I had such a fun time at one of Kenneth K's places; Kenneth N became leg-rest for later part of night HAHAHAH and then Kenneth K (in sober state) saw woman in black cloak at corridor above ours (which none of us can see) wooooop. Love the poolside, the dining pavillion with the counter and the glassy apartments and the whole swanky vibe it radiates. So pweeeeeety.
And apparently only next to husband's condo which I hahahahaha didn't realise the entire time.
Okeh, scooting. Meeting Clemence later I miss you so much, bimboooooo. ^^
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