Damn Depressed

Bah what the heck! It's a, well, it's officially Sunday morning and I'm stuck at home blogging. Damn fun huh?

I got back today, looked into my neighbour's house hoping for a miracle but what I saw was a huge rat the size of a kitten. What a neighbour. Is that what rich people do? Abandon dogs, and let them go to a horrible dog pound and probably die of disease?

Saturday night, Sunday morning, I bet everyone, well, almost, are having fun now and here I am emoing over my blog. I need to get a life. I promised not to get emo, but damn it, if I can help it I won't even be here in the first place.

LIFE SUX!!!!!

My Boo? He's out having fun lah what else?

He called just now telling me his friends was telling him to get a house, and that paying our stupid rental is like paying for a house, so why waste the money. LIKE I DON'T KNOW! I'VE HEARD A GAZILLION PEOPLE SAY THAT. DO WE HAVE A GOD DAMN CHOICE? Yea we do actually, either stay somewhere cheap, and waste time going to work, and petrol to go to work, which will probably add up to the same or more. AdUH!

One thing I really hate about his friends is, no not speaking out the obvious, but always asking him to go out when I'm around. Damn disrespectful right?

Worst of all, some of his friends actually asks him to look for prostitude.

FUCKING disrespectful!

Friday night I was in the mood for some alcohol, but we didn't get to go out. Instead, I was sitting in the car, parked at some kampung area at the roadside, because the shop he was in to fix the car didn't allow him to drive his car in, so I locked the door, took out my laptop, and worked on a new template,

Guess what?

Some indian guy came up to my window to look at Baby.

Guess what again?

I got paranoid and screamed. *Roll eyes*

It's not my fault. Once you have had an encounter with an indian with big huge eyes and a knife threatening to kill you and trying to grab your bag, the next time an indian guy approach you in the DARK while you're ALONE in the car with a LAPTOP, you will freak out like me.

Life sux so hard, this damn bloody keyboard is so hard to type with. My laptop is upstairs running out of battery and I'm lazy to find a point to charge it.

ARGHH!!!

Damn fucking emo.....