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Rock Bottom Journal intime créé par leyla

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Préface
 me sens mal...
 ces hommes
 nada...
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 dunno shit
 weirdly weird...
 shut the fuck up!
  suicide...
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10   quiet day
11   hate mondays!!!
12   where is the love?
13   foolish boy
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16   alcohol and milk...
17   quel con!
18  T : le retour
19   continued...
20   sayonara
21   mid-week madness
22   blah
23   poor girl
24   brrrrr
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T : le retour      page publique

je m'efforce de sourire because if i don't, am so pissed i might punch some innocent soul. then i will not only b the "ice queen" but also the "insane violent queen".

so T is back. well it's not that way really: he is NOT back but he sure tried.
so yesterday, i went home, decided to irritate my neighbour (she's a bitch anyway). so was listening to some really loud RHCP. then at around 10PM i hear someone banging at my door. au debut je croyais que c'etait ma voisine so i get off, ready to give the woman a piece of my mind. then i check the peephole, i see T standing there, holding a bottle of wine (il fait toujours ca. chaque fois qu'il faisait le con, his strategy was to disappear for a few days and come back with booze, get me drunk and manage to find his way back in my pussy).
when i saw him, at first i was really surprised. je ne m'y attendais pas, he hadn't called me for days: i honestly thought i'll never c him again.

[will be back. have a meeting...]