Friday, 11 May 2012

Puh-leeze

Do, do kiss and tell every time I do something, which in my opinion, is perfectly OK and has nothing to do with you people.

Does everything I have to do have to have some meaning or reason behind it? You mean I can't drink when I'm eating salmon because it shows I hate the taste of salmon? You mean I can't use chopsticks to grip the salmon to dip into the wasabi cause it shows I don't want to eat it?

Go figure.

Oh, and apparently, if I go straight to my room after dinner, it shows I'm pissed. No, I'm not going to my room because I want to play more on my computer. Gee, thanks genii.

How wonderful.

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