A kiss on the hand is so continental.

Cut my hair and bangs and now my hair's really bouncy and susceptible to flying over my eyes and making me look like an emokia or something.

But essentially, I look the same.

Got seriously riled up and pissed off just a second ago.
I was ready to grab kitchen knives and go on some rampage.
Screamed the f-word like a billion times in my head and said it too (I was that upset) because the stupid computer hanged and I hadn't saved half of the darn chinese script.
It takes so freaking long to just type one sentence.
Going over to Sophie's house to film the stuff tomorrow night.
My head hurts just thinking about the work that needs to be completed.

You know what, screw projects, because they just drain you out physically and mentally, and leave you with the feeling of just wanting to bash someone's head and stuff it down a toilet bowl.
I used to love projects, because they were so much fun, but now in sec three for some inexplicable reason they just seem to suck a lot more.

Okay enough for now. I'm beginning to sound like a total nutcase who has become too emotionally charged with sadistic thoughts.
At least the ever-prestigious much anticipated Wimbledon is starting tomorrow. It really sucks Nadal's withdrawn, because now there won't be a fed-nad final, and it's not so exciting. But, one more to go and it's 15 slams, baybeh.