I am heartbroken! :(
Just landed in KL about 2 hours ago, trying to unpack but I cant set my mind to do it. I really cannot be ARSED. I am in pain, stupid flu, stupid fever, stupid sore throat. All this is NOT making things any better.
I wish I was at home in my dark and messy room. Scary is what Stesha would say. I MISS STESHA ALREADY! I tried to hold my tears back when I saw her waving to me but I could not. I cried the moment I reached the smoking room and Ali had to console me. Oooooooh. The plane ride was horrible, I hated it. My body ached all over and the pressure in my ears was unbearable! I literally had to blow my nose a thousand times.
Can anyone say homesick much? And it's not even been a day. Ha ha. I crack myself up!
I dont feel like shopping when I should be feeling like shopping.
I dont feel like getting my ass up from the sofa.
I dont feel like doing anything at all but wait on this damn dull thing you call a couch.
I JUST WANNA GO HOME AND HUG STESHA. AND KISS TOOTSIE SO I DONT HAVE TO GIVE HER AWAY TO ANYONE.
AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH.
Help me :(
But on the other hand, I'm sure everything will be alright tomorrow and I'll be the jolly old me in no time once this sore throat goes away.
Give me any other pain in the world and I will still take it, like a man even, give me a sore throat and you take away everything from me, God. I feel handicapped! Even my wisdom teeth growing out never did this sort of pain to me. I HATE BLAND PAINS. It is so very alang-alang! Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Have I told anyone how much I hate sore throats enough yet?
And another reason why is because I have to limit my nicotine intake! I HATE IT WHEN I CANNOT LET ALL MY ANGER OUT ON CIGARETTES!
Everything seems to be so WRONG.
But then again, Ali is on his way with my Lee Stafford hair prods, Soap&Glory body prods and Too Faced self-tanners. I'm so happy. I LOVE BOOTS!
Heehee.
Now I have something to smile on about.
I LOVE YOU ALI!
*kiss*kiss* baby's big round filled-with-joy cheeks.
You are the bestest boyfriend a girl can ever have.
And thank you for the Sobranie Cocktails, my love. You are indeed the bomb, big boy.
I'm sorry for making shitloads of fuss about every single thing. I think I'm turning into that OCD perfectionist I've always had nightmares about being. I am so sorry. You know I still love you and you're the only one for me.
;)
So here's to being a nonstop spoiled brat again!