talking trash can

Fuck fuck fuck.
Im so fucking tired i dont even know why im typing this out when i should be resting.
But whatever, i cant help it.

I FUCKING GOT MY 30GB IPOD

I know i know, finally and wtf right?
Oh well, got it at a good deal.
Thanks man, whatever your name is who works at Farle Sim lim?
Yea, he remembered me when i mentioned the package hah.
So people actually do got good memory, wow.

So started the day at 7? Mom was rummaging through our cupboards looking for books.
Walked around the house in a daze and we went out at 10!
South beach road was wet wet wettt.
And my freaking pants was extra long so it was soaked godd now its all ruined.
Whatever, lemme skip all this and tell you smth.

My worst feeling in the world is:
STANDING IN THE RAIN WITH A BLISTERED FEET

Honestly, if that wasn't enough, my pants was extra long, as mentioned above,
And it irritated me a whole lot and UGHHHHHHHHH.
Okay whatever shan't dwell on it.

Fucking hell, met a tai tai wannabe who freaking took 2 whole seats for herself and her Louis Vuitton paperbag, I think there was no LV stuff in it, she just wanted to show it off hah.
But yea, fuck, my feet was already hurting like hell from walking the WHOLE day,
And there she was with her tai tai paper bags occupying the seats all to her bloody self.
Inconsiderate piece of ugh.

Okay, okay, karma.
Alright, i think im off to watch more tv.

Dont, you'll fucking spoil it.