when posting beats real therapy.

Inside an old house, by the seaside
You can take off my blouse

I don't understand being capped.
It's like, 'Sure, here, keep using the internet, it's just going to be more painful than a urinary tract infection, and by the end of this you'll wish you were bleeding when you urinate instead.'
But actually.
SUCK MY DICK.
I should tell my brother to stop downloading all his creepy hentai/creepy SGU
I should also actually not fail. Bright side to being capped: I would have spent a fair bit on Asos (free shipping!), and stuff. Then again, if I was capped earlier I would not have bought my stupid USB TV tuner which is cool but won't pick up a channel other than SBS and CH31. Yet. At least I got to watch my Friday night softcore on my laptop. For a technoob like me, v v exciting.
I like blogspot better than tumblr, but I might ressurrect both of these post-exams. And twitter. I though I wouldn't last, but it's really just a tool for (not-so) subliminal messages.
I miss my brother. The most annoying person in my life, just goes ups and leaves me for 5 days.
No disturbances. No CoD. No life.
If only the next week could just end.

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