iam on vacation.
but really. if i wanted to go to the mall on a regular basis, i would`ve stayed put my ass in riyadh. i`ve been the denied the privilage to go to enchanted kingdom with my friends tomorrow, which would also mean missing reuniting with my ex-mafia clan consisting of jeff, don & gabo. [which is pretty much non-existent now] i feel bitter about it, no doubt. i`m a kid! and kids dream of cotton-candy and amusement parks and overly-dressed clowns and what not. i argued with mom over the phone suggesting post-dramacore. and although i`ve been persistent enough, i wound up yelling and hanging up on her.
that`s just sucky, isn`t it?
so as of two hours ago, i have started cursing my entire damned family tree for blessing me with such a lovely mother. the sort of lovely you`d so love to whack a mallet in the head with.
but this is momentary anger, isn`t it? no it isn`t anger. it`s my-blood-is-curdling anger.
i`m just wishing tito jun would get here earlier so i wouldn`t resort to slitting my pancreas open with a swiss knife.
..hey. that`s possible! emo kids do it alot. which is the most stylish thing ever.
note how sarcastic i phrased my last line.
