Hey ho dear online diary.

We agreed that we were like gays entering the zara store. They usually come in female-female or male-female couples I think.
So the wardrobe now contains a zara item. Oh how lovely how lovely.
And I was thinking of getting the pyjamas too.

I want to get a bag.
The exclusive-only-one-in-the-world which burns my pocket or the cheaper everyday-bag-you'll-see-on-the-streets?
Anybody up for a belated birthday present for me? Ahaaa.

And I think I'm really intrigued by movies. Like, how everything seems to be able to work out in the end. And you mometarily feel happy because of that.
But then at the back of your mind somewhere, it says "Screw you, its just a bloody movie. You really think that'll really work in life?"
And then thats when I start thinking of what to do about us.

I'm utterly whimsical.
So sorry. But the man has to get things straight sometimes.
Aahhh. I'm addressing myself as a 'man'. Though I still think I'm more of a boy than I am a man, a man still got to do what a man got to do. And that I havent really found out since I'm still pretty much a boy and a boy makes a whole lotta mistakes all the time. Which by the time he realises, its too late.

Eh. I'm rambling.
Cool. Havent really done that in ages.
It gets some of the pressure off I guess.

Laters. To whoever that bothers to read my blog anyway.
Thank you and have a blawdy nice day ya.