Boobs are so confusing.

And now I have a box full of costumes that I haven’t had use for in over a year.

I should probably keep that hidden seeing as I live with my parents.

Thank God there is a blackout.

My life is officially an episode of hoarders.

Im just going to sit in my bed flirting with the guy who doesn’t get back to Australia for god knows how long because that’s comfortable and not stupid.

I can’t stand it when you have a really good connection with someone, you agree that you should go out sometime and then they get all shy the moment you part.

You can like all my Facebook statuses, invite me to all the parties you go to but if you don’t actually speak to me (even online or through texts) then you can fuck off.

I’d be more responsive to a punch in the face, no matter how much I liked you.

I am an emotional wreck after listening to the new Sigur Ros album.

Why will I not be in Europe over the summer? I would follow them everywhere. That is my true calling.

I think I’ll just sit here in the dark, wondering what it will take to make perfection reality.

I have so many ideas for this new thing. Which sucks because I already have so many paras to write!

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Everyone always has issues getting males in a roleplay.

Meanwhile, I can never get female characters.

What the fuck.

I say we make Lex apply as a girl. I mean…

I need to stop drinking and doing things with people I know.

Fucking awkward ex boyfriend moment. Way to be an asshole, douchebag.

Today I came to the conclusion that I care nothing for the opinions of people in Australia but everything for the people I know that either live in America or are wandering aimlessly through that magical country.

Also, face paint makes me itchy.

I started reading Fury by Salman Rushdie when I was on the bus this morning. I was expecting greatness but all I’ve found is more lists than the garbage cans outside a grocery store.

I don’t like your style, controversial and unnecessarily published author.

Still at work, got fuck all done and I can’t find Jacobro to tell him I’m running late for The Avengers.

So the innocent people in this shopping centre have to deal with Sigur Ros playing at full volume.

Can I just go home?

Sometimes I wonder if I lost my mind. I subscribe to Goop. Last tier of my sanity gone.

Being back at work sucks arse. Especially when I have a Facebook that I now need for work, blowing up with pictures of everyone I went to high school with graduating from University.

Bitter, jealous Aly is on rampage.

My poor customers should run.

I have lost all of my fonts in Photoshop.

Taking everything in me to not break something that I will inevitably need. 

I WANT MY FONTS BACK!