Ford Supermodels tever sumthang later and chances have dipped to 10-90 of mine going because I managed to screw my biological clock again.



Overstimulation due to daydreaming is my leading cause of sleep loss, yo. Anguish. My mind couldn't even wait for REM! Facken control freak.

Meh, them supermodels are not my peeps anyway.

Not that I'm better, smarter or saving the world more or whatever, just...I'm fat, mummy! *runs into corner and bursts into tears*

I try master sama! I try to keep a passive facade to hide my paaaaaaaain! Ooooh the trauuuuuma. The scaaaars. Gomen nasaiiiiiii! Ganbarimaaaaaas!....u.

Oh, ja, and I don't have anything to wear either so double frown face --> 1 :( and 2 :( and breathe. Good job!

Oh, but I'm not broke anymore, though. Yay!

I love my bread and I love my butter but most of all I love my mother!

Shit though, would've totally loved taking pretty pictures there. Looking at the bright side, I don't have small pox. I am so going to make that into bumper stickers.

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