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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, October 18, 2009 @ 2:09 AM

Hate it when people rearrange my things. Even if it's just from one end of the table to the other and still within sight.

Hate it even more when PEARLYN TENG BORROW MY BOX OF MARKERS AND I TOLD HER TO PUT IT BACK WHERE SHE TOOK IT FROM AND SHE FUCKING LEAVES IT IN HER ROOM FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF SHE PUT EVERY SINGLE MARKER BACK. FUCK.

Blame it on the PMS. But not entirely, cause I fucking hate it when MY THINGS are not where I PUT IT.


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