At first I thought i would write about how sucks it is having a mom who doesn’t let you grow up (yet, I hope). It does suck, really (change the s into an f, and still it does). But then, oh what the hell. Repeating fuck all the time won’t do any good either. So I looked at this goddamn-untidy-bookshelf in my bedroom,

and then I put my energies, those involved around these negative aura of mine, on making this bookshelf a better shelf for the books. After three and a half hour of throwing papers into cardboard box and smashing books onto the floor.. finally, I could get rid of those shits and fucks in my mind (nice work, girl!). And, really, fuck with not being let to grow up, not coming to the after party, not having sleepover in my best friend’s house (though I really want to spend the night with you, Ta). Because it feels nice enough to see my dearest bookshelf on its new face : )

Not many differences, eh? Oh but I bet they now have a lot more air to breathe than before. The books, I mean. Well well! Enough for tonight! Gotta find out what to do next to fill my zero-scale-on-fun-o-meter-holiday! Keep up your positive aura, girl!