freakshit.

i donwna go for the wedding dinner but im forced t go.
damn sick.
and my brother can go play ball.
what the hell.
just because he has the privilege of saying no because he only came out of the army ytd.
grarrrrh.
sucky shit ):

im an unfriendly creature who hates socialising.
and i'd prefer a cosy home delivery pizzahut meal, anytime.
i want t grumble and groan and moan and rant and complain on and on about it but i know you guys are going t get sick of my incessant rantings.
so i shant.
tell me im a saint (:

goodbye, now.
im going t eat my lunch and the time now is 622pm.