I can’t seem to change the photos below.
I kinda fell asleep in front of the pc last night till 7 am *oops*
Xanga says there is a bug.
A bug?
The cute kind?
blarhg. i’m not making any sense.
Something’s wrong with my brain today.

I’m listening to lotsa happy clubby songs to prepare for the WEEKEND!!!
*bops head and boogies in chair*

The weekly cleaner comes to my house every Friday.
I don’t like her.
She used my toothbrush to clean the toilet last time.
I KNOW cos there was dirt and hair in it.
“How retarded can you be to use something that is sitting next to the toothpaste, to clean the bathroom?” said i.
“That’s why she’s a cleaner,” said my mother.

It’s not like the damn cleaner cleans my room.
I don’t want her touching my stuff.
Which is also why my room is like a war-zone *according to my daddy*

I plan to clean my room tomorrow.
Just to make it clear in black and white…
JOYCE IS CLEANING HER ROOM ON SATURDAY THE 5TH OF JUNE

Please don’t call me. To ask me out. Or distract me.
This has been on my agenda for two years.
It’s about time it got done before my dad throws it all out on the road like he said a year back

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