When your rivals aren't living things.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Today was, as I expected, extremely exhausting.
I came home feeling extremely tired and lethargic; quite depressed due to various reasons.
I stuffed almond chocolates in my mouth on my way home in the train hoping the chocolate would cheer me up.
Failed.
Later at Causeway Point Body Shop was having a sale.
Slightly encouraged, I forced myself into the crowd and purchased a small perfume oil in PassionFlower.
My favourite scents of all time, the sweet sacchrine floral aroma fills my soul with, I don't know exactly what, but I know it makes me feel happy.
At least in a tiny bit. It calms my harried soul. It makes me feel loved, by the tiny floral printed bottle of Passion Flower fragrance.
That pretty bottle of perfume envelopes me in love, though I don't necessarily have to be in love.
I guess in some point of my life, Passion Flower was somehow related to much love and happiness.
Despite what a lovely aroma it gives off, Lancome's So Magic! makes me melancholic, well, I remember buying So Magic! during one of the lowest points of my life.
That really explains it.
So yeah, our sense of smell is really sharp and it actually has a 'memory'!
I walked home soon after, sniffing the dab of oil at my wrist greedily as soon as i felt my heart sink deeper.
I had my fortune told by Mee Mum with her tarot cards. I like how she secured her bundle of cards with a pretty satin ribbon!
Well, it didn't seem too good.
I remember her saying that I will be forced give up an important relationship, which will have a great impact on me. However, this will be a blessing in disguise; other aspects of my life will improve without this relationship.
I don't know how accurate it was really.
For one, I was pretty much bushed after filming, not concentrating well and Mee Mum said her cards could be 'tired'.
Possibly!
Take it with a pinch of salt really.
Taking it too seriously will have unwanted effects, I find.
Anyhow, today was a bad day really.
I go home and see mickey online. I msg him and he doesn't give any response, until about 20 mins.
And I know he must be glued to his TV screen, since this has been occuring very regularly.
Indeed he is.
It irks me.
As I am bloggin now, he still hasn't replied my last msg which was 10 mins ago.
oh he replied. With one line, in reply to 5 sentences I typed. Wow.
& I just typed some profanities at him. For like the first time in 2 years?
Seems like millions of years ago when I used vulgarities. I'm a little startled.
I know i'm bloody overeacting!! But I can't stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*SCREAMS*
ALSO! HE PUT MY DARLING SWATCH RHINE STONES STUDDED WATCH INTO HIS JEANS POCKET WHICH WENT TO HIS WASHING MACHINE TO BE WASHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HE SUBJECTED MY PRECIOUS WATCH TO GRINDING, SOAKING IN WATER AND DETERGENT, AND WRINGING! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWDD!
I'VE NEVER EVEN DROPPED MY WATCH!
I'M SERIOUSLY HOPPING MAD.
I know he forgot.
Still.
Am I mean?
Oh man. I need an MC tmr.
I'm to grouchy to to go school.
Kelly G
10:41 PM
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