Monday, December 11, 2006

Brain dead.

Someone please dig my brains out.

I dun want to think anymore, drink brain haemorrage. Its a shot.

And why is everyone in my workplace asking me for a date?

Do i look like i'm loose?! Or maybe because i'm the only girl? Now, imagine if i'm the kind that sleeps around. Shit, bad thought. Bad bad Fiona.