Hi. It suddenly dawned upon me as I was wandering around town ruminating about my very pathetically unromantic life that I havent been writing on this space for a while. I feel weird calling the space a "blog". Makes me feel like I am one of those twits that take self cams and post photos about every single event that goes on in their lives. like a trip to the dentist or like what they ate that morning. GOD. But then again I'm probably being stereotype as another one of those hipster wannabe tumblr blogger. But even then I feel more comfortable with that title than the twit one.
Anyway, how are my 2 or maybe even non-existent readers? I just spent 2 hrs of my life walking around trying to find clothes to buy but there's only a shitload of nothing. Like the only thing I got during this trip is a rude awakening and a subway wrap. The rude awakening being my unmoving fats. I know. Same old, same old. But I have a plan. That involves situps hulahooping and a lot of not eating.
I hate that I care so much about that stupid boy. I have decided I will use my break to dissolve any kind of romantic feelings I have for the boy and just concentrate on imaginary boyfriends. That sounded so pathetic that it was painful to write. I HAVE NO LIFE.
Okay. I'm going to get back to watching masterchef(!!!)
Peas and Burps.
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