*groan* Gah… my favourite pair of casual trousers have just been ruined. The gray ones that I’ve been wearing everywhere. The pair that’s most comfortable to me now that my knee is kinda scraped from that stupid careless fall on Thursday night. Argh… IRRITATED!!! Now I need to either wear rough jeans, which will scrape horribly against my scrapes, or wear the white/black longs that are quite tight a fit and potentially dangerous to the scabs, or the blue elles that are loose-flowing and comfy but are cold in this weather, or a skirt which is impractical with projected rain and cold winds for this week…. Diudiudiudiudiu…*
…I solemnly swear, that I’ll never take-away spaghetti again.
While I’m on the subject, I won’t ever go to Blue Hills Cafe in Boxhill again. It just isn’t worth the *headshake* food or after-memories to do so >.< (though KS’s dinner was pretty tolerable in small 1″x1″ bites, and mine wasn’t totally FAIL grade. But still. Pissar!* Only half a bowl of soup for the price of one? Serene was almost ripped off, man!! Lousy service!!!) It spoilt what had been a lovely day out at the Japan Festival with KS, Serene, Stephie, Nic, Alex, Clara, and Dixon. And my brochures/pamphlets were destroyed. Ding…*
I am so frickin’* irritated by now.
*random swear words >.<
Not even Puffies or cheese sandwiches can placate me tonight >.< so yeah. GAH.


