Wednesday, February 14, 2007
listening to: explode by nelly furtado.
feeling: oh so very drugged up.
well, i've managed to find a bit of time between the taking of all my pills and the after/side effects of all the pills (namely passing out drop dead sleep the day and night away) to wish this one chick a very happy sixteenth birthday.
so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARGARET DIXON.yes yes, you're sixteen. the big one-six. many many many happy wishes and all that stuff. (sorry, not in the blogging mood) i hope you had a great day and you'll have a great weekend to look forward to. as you said to me one french lesson, when we were slacking off as usual - brace face no more, eh? can't wait to see the 'new' you and again, many hugs and kisses.
alright. this sickness/bite/whateverthehell it is had better not mess up my planned weekend. or i will snap and go psycho kung-phooey on all yo' asses.
by the way,
happy valentines day, everybody. to all those who happen to be sick as well, i.e.
cyn/
nurul/
chris etc etc., i hope you guys get better asap and to those who didnt spend their valentines in bed, (unless it was for.. pleasurable.. extracurricular activities...) i hope you guys got lots and lots of chocolates filled with lots and lots of calories to add that extra bounce to your step. literally.
;p i feel so stoopit. damned pillpopping habits.