fiona

I was being a whiny bitch when I wrote my last blog. But I can't apologize because it was sincere, although a bit self-indulgent. Sometimes reading about other people's problems is annoying, right? But perfectionists are never happy, there's always something missing. That's all I have to say about that.
I'm keep trying to make an appointment to get a tattoo but each time I decide that I don't like the design anymore. God, I'm neurotic. (Any ideas?)

Time to eat some Jamaican patties and watch House episodes. I wonder if House is every gonna get freaky with Cuddy... Here is my favourite word to describe sex: 'mounting'. I'm going to take you home and I'm going to mount you, real good.
Sometimes I feel like the little mermaid, a fish out of water, banished by circumstance from her natural home, and unable to express herself properly, while men waste my time deciding if they have the balls to kiss me, while evil-doing girls send me curses from back home. (which is why I prefer to be attracted to girls than jealous of them!)
La vie est vraiment Fuckee.
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