You know what I hate about everyone? Four things: -

• Firstly, people who point to their wrist when they ask for time... I know where my watch is! Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is? No.
• Secondly, when people say "oh, you just want to have your cake and eat it", like Zi said to me today. Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?
• Thirdly, when smart ass people tell you "it's always in the last place you look". Of course it is, you dick. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it?
• And when people ask "can I ask you a question?" ... Didn't really give me a choice there, did you?

Yeah, these things happened today, and they annoyed me.

It's just after 1am, i'm listening to Dear Juliet, and Carmen has finally dropped off to sleep, probably worn out after asking me a million and one questions about random things in my bedroom - gotta love kids.

I can't sleep, and Chris is ill and sleeping so I can't talk to him (I miss him loads); Jase is also not answering his mobile, but I think he's working, ooops; so i'm on MSN (not that I go on that often these days) with Em, we're trading music 'cause she's awesome like that.

I will eventually try and get some sleep...at sometime around 3am, that's probably when i'll get tired, I hope. For now, it's cup of tea time.

Night night, world.

P.S. This house is a fucking prison on planet bullshit in the galaxy of this sucks camel dick.

How many subtle hints do I have to drop before you finally pick them up?

I'm fastly running out of patience, if I had any at all.

I need you to understand. Why won't you just do that?!

If there's one pic that sums up last night...

LOL at my smile. :P

Isn't it funny...

...how the simplest of sentences can crush you?

Consider me royally crushed.

Seriously...

Comparing me to fucking gay arse songs by gay arse bands with gay arse lyrics.

Oh my God, you make me want to punch myself in the face repeatedly.

Fact:

We only dream of what we know.

Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts, did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces? They are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember - the evil killer in your latest dream may be the guy who pumped petrol into your dad’s car when you were just a little kid. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces throughout our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilise during our dreams.