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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams
Friday, December 16, 2011
December much?

















Thursday, December 08, 2011
the impossible

Let's get started on this, I believe that the are some people you meet at certain point of your life that will send you drowning in your own string of questions, "How the fuck you manage to survive till your age?" " Who the hell can hold a conversation with you?" and etc.

Recently, I start wonder if the karmic wheel decided to turn itself on me. I've been meeting a lot of people that happen to fall into that particular category and they are driving me up the wall. Oh well, I know sarcasm isn't very nice thing to say, but when it comes out of me as fluent as the language I speak, I don't exactly have much control over it.

They manage to leave me completely at loss for words: I have no idea how you can miss the sarcasm in the sentences or they were too dumb to notice.


C: still partying?
Me: nope
C: Oh, was thinking we can party together
Me: it's 1 fucking am
C: let's catch up
Me: are you drunk?
Me: arent you married or something?
C: I miss you
Me: I don't, I'm tired.

C- and the questions goes on...



How is it not obvious enough that I don't want to continue the conversation. Just shut the fuck up and go away. I am not interested at all.

Oh man. I am dying from these. I'll continue on this another time.


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