in a foul, foul, foul mood.

back from the dead! With a new blog, as well!

him, but refuses to admit it to him.

can't escape now. Gotta face him.

11.30pm. ARGH.

Ex-boyfriends are such a chore.

's stomach is growling... wana go eat... but eat what?? Hmmmm..

/Baby, I ain't no fred Flintstone. But I can still make ur bed rock. LOL!

he should stop calling her cell. Coz the more I hear his voice, the more I cave in.

If the person cant accept or handle u at ur worst, then the person doesn't deserve u at ur best either.