I hate falling sick.


Yuck yuck yuck.


I blame the fucked up weather. One moment hot, the next cold.


And the stupid air-con. I hate air-con. Curse you germ spreading hair raising piece of stupid metal.


Woke up with a lousy sore throat. And now it's grown to a full fledged throat-oesophagus-stomach-back pain menses attack. THANKS MAN THANKS.


For everything that's fucked up for the past week, I blame PMS. Muahaha.


But things are gonna be okay.


Because for all bad things, there's always Seth. =)





Hottest. Guitarist. Ever.


He recorded a song he was playing and sent me. *melts* Okay, I know the song is not for me, and the lyrics weren't meant for me or anything. But he intended to "cheer me up" what, OKAY?!


I want to slick you up with chocolate peanut buttercup ice cream and some whipped cream. Teehee.


And you don't know how much I love you.


Good night all. Ciao-

Labels: seth, sick

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