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urgh.

Thursday, June 07, 2007 @ 2:29 PM

i was busy minding my own business.
strumming and singing my heart out to the likes of Avril.
then out of the blue, after donkey years,
Yassir signed in and started chatting with me.
i was like..

honestly,
i was annoyed.

like he was spoiling my MTV Unplugged moment.

not only that, he is an over-possessive bf to my gf.
ok.
whatever.

i'm seriously beginning to hate family.
i think all you loyal readers out there know WHICH family i'm talking about.

the young, immature, no-identity, wannabe-like-her person.

UGH.