again with the hating of the cryptic of the friendshipness argggh
there are psychotic laughing things inside my living room
save me....?
oh wait. never mind. lets hope they're homicidal. i thought myself to horror last night. haven't done that in a while. ah, well eventually it might get better.
hm. if only i knew what to say i'd talk to him. but, alas i dont.
god, i sound like he fucking does. actually if i was really sounding like him i'd be going OMFG WTF???? at myself. but... really... who does god fuck? all poetic. gag... kiss
its too goddamned hot.
tomorrow i get to explode more fireworks. yay pyromania. tee hee. ::laughs maliciously::
hew hp book is good. dumbledore dies. fascinated to see how that turns out next time round. praise the jk rowling.
i have nothing better to do than read anymore.
well except obsess over certain things and people and find myself feeling quite lonely.