._. People keep saying I have a nice face, or I'm sexy, or I'm pretty, or I'm hot, or whatever.
I'M NOT. God. I have like a gazillion spots, I'm fat and I have massive bags under my eyes. ._. I'm not pretty.
I'm not. God. No. I'm not pretty, no no no.
Wednesday 27 October 2010
Headache ._.
I am investigating the Whitechapel Murders. Mainly because I am bored. I've employed my friend Eli into being my Watson. But without the sexual tension, really. Ok. Maybe with a little ;-)
Anyway, I got a headache when my dad was like "Think about what works well with pork, Christine." and I was like (in my head) "Ugh. Fuck you. I wanna go back to my investigations."
I'm bored now. Discussing with Eli about a book he wants to write, arguing over sex scenes, etc, and basically discovering that sarcasm doesn't work online.
Woo.
Anyway, I got a headache when my dad was like "Think about what works well with pork, Christine." and I was like (in my head) "Ugh. Fuck you. I wanna go back to my investigations."
I'm bored now. Discussing with Eli about a book he wants to write, arguing over sex scenes, etc, and basically discovering that sarcasm doesn't work online.
Woo.
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