Slightly rounded.

This weekend has been shocking for me;
First I missed the Pigeonhole launch on Friday night.
Was then given evils by a Bunch of people lurking around Northbridge on Saturday, and on this glorious day of rest... I missed the Vintage Sale in North Perth!!

Bad things, Bad things, Bad things, Bad things, Bad things, Bad things, Bad things, Bad things, Bad things!!!! (and not even the kinky kind of Bad things!)

I feel like screaming my frustrations into a pillow... But I'm currently washing the Pillow slips... Damn you Hygiene!

To top it all off,
Today I felt like Moon-face.

You know??? The guy with the moon? For a face?...
In that story written by Enid Blyton called the Faraway Tree, or something or other.
(err... or maybe it was the Wishing Chair?) Ah, not to worry.
I was never a fan of racist books anyhow.

I've become so bored that I've resorted to watching the 'Sex Education' showon my laptop....

Mum just walked past my room.

Herpes.

Awkward.... Birds and the bees talk anyone?

Don't have sex.

Or you will get Chlamydia;

and die... ishax