I sit all day waiting for rain. :/

I know this is a little late for he observant ones, but I assume none of you ever read my entries from my blog page. The F List was invented for a reason. Anyways, I feel a need to announce that I have discovered a shiny new function of the sidebar. Custom sidebar. Now I have a customised column where I put all the random things I would have put on a blogspot.com blog because I understand HTML better than CSS coding. Even if I understand HTML/CSS LJ makes my life difficult. :/

I actualy hate the current layout, by the way.

I have finally defeated the stupidity of iTunes and temporarily broken free of the wrath of Jobs.
-I bought a (pirated) iPod wall charger.

MOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Take that, Apple.

Anyway, I have a cupboard where I store my substantial amount of Post-its. A while ago when I opened that cupboard, the lovely scent of Post-its wafted into my olfactory receptor and made me very happy.

If you use Post-its as obsessively as I do, you'd notice that they have a certain smell. That certain smell makes me high. :/
No hell, looking at Post -its makes me happy and love life more. Gridded notebooks and lipgloss generally have similar effects.

Twentysomethingyears down the road, all three items will be replaced by an impressive amount of cats. :/

Anyway, I told you that my PC died, yes? More specifically, it died once every ten minutes. Well, my fix-it-all dad couldn't fix it. SO, he bought a new one. :/ We HAVE to buy a new one because he won't let me use his (there's stuff innit that I don't want to see/know about) (don't ask me how or why I know this) and my mom's PC is as fast as an Aston Martin on full power without wheels.

I slept at 3am last night. The culprit was a can of Coke ingested at around 9pm. I ALWAYS knew there was some explainable reason why I hate Coke.

The strange thing is, I don't even know why I drank a can of Coke. It just...happened. She was naked, So was I.

Anyway, I hate Coke. I hate Coketown, because Coketown no doubt produces the vile sleep stealing chemical. I bet the river was purple and putrid because they poured Coke prototype v3.23 into it. Do fish sleep?

Prettypan is in love with Kogepan. Who binges on milk then runs away from home, depressed.
What the fuck, back off, bitch, Kogepan is mine.

I uh, have been watching the Kogepan anime. :/
I am even tempted to rip it off somewhere and put it in my iPod. :/

Watch it. I fucking died laughing at the voices. Japanese :/

Kogepan is depressed because he is hard. He is into self mutilation. He binge drinks. Gets melodramatic when he is drunk on milk. He does nothing but whine about life. He gets into fights. He corrupts the young and innocent.

I like him.

This is his story but the anime makes it twenty times more emo and hilarious.

Bread is so tragic. There are like, 10 tragic and depressing episodes. This is the fourth episode. I find it especially tragic.