Biatch.

Urghh! I feel like kickin’ that Ms.Sucker right in the face.Repeatedly! (would I be liable for any legal actions with this kind of statement? Owh well.) She should have known better. Don’t go and whine about how pathetic and useless your so-call-love-live is everytime you had a fight with your Mr.Perfect-but-so-obviously-an idiotic-man, trying to gain sympathy with that stupid-sympathetic face of yours. It bothers me a lot when Mr.Good-friend of Ms. Sucker would keep telling me how he pity her. My ‘nice’ nature of just replying with a lame “owh really?” is destructing me when I actually would love to reply with “so what. fcuk her.” instead of the completely-monotonous”owh really”. Hypocrite. Me. Yeah. I know. I can be very nice (defining “nice” is up to u though) but can turn out to be very NASTY and BIATCHY at times. Keep telling myself that it’s purely a friend-to-friend thing, what’s all the fuss. right? No. Maybe. But still urghhhhhhhhh~~~

Come to think ’bout it, there’s just one good explanation to this…

I’m just…

JEALOUS (but I still want to leave my footprints on her face. Period.).

Dang. I need a box of donut with Mr. Smiley as the icing.