an angry bitch.

im gonna skip the introductory sorry-that-im-such-a-lazy-blogger thing cause i dont really feel sorry anyway(lately i prefer watching youtube videos and drawing stuff instead of writing,wich is WEIRD) and im gonna start with this:sometimes i really do feel like james bond.
i know,i know,it sounds just ridiculous and if i were you i would stop reading NOW.
stop.
stop.
stop.
stop.
....you didnt stop already?
-btw you have gotten SO fat that you remind me of a sea elephant!-
youre reading still?
ok then.
but STOP.
.............................................................................................................
soooo,a car hit me.
YES,and i stood up like nothing had ever happenned,ready to shout at the driver:ARE U FUCKIN BLIND?OH NO,YOU PROBABLY ARE RETARDED! but i didnt.what a shame.
moreover,i went on a trip to Cuba and a tranny stole my dad's phone but i was the only one to notice,so i started chasing her.
well,i wanted to yell at her WHAT DO OU THINK YOURE DOING BITCH??? but i didnt.she/he wouldnt understand anyway.

now that i think again about it,i feel more angry than james bond-ish.
my angry side has just risen up from the dead(?) and i feel more like shouting things at people's faces-whenever of course they do something annoying enough-
i dont know what that means,but i find it quite good.

and one a more lovey-dovey note,im fantasising a lot lately.
not about kinky stuff you dirty people!
mostly about dates that are never gonna happen,summer-in-the-city gatherings and jealousy stuff.

well,that was a weird post.