What do those hissyfits teach you except how to cry?

Yesterday: I do not like the weekend bus service. Chased down the freaking bus at Westlakes cause I would’ve had to wait an hour for the next one , meaning it’d be 6:03 which is when all the creepos are out. I think the bus driver felt inclined to stop at the side of the road though, as I was running barefoot and my hair was all messy and I had developed a limp from a trolley running over my toe on the way out, and I was frantically waving my hand in the air. He let me in. Thank fucking god. But the bus was full and I was left standing, looking like a rhino had dragged me across Africa. Even better because some old school chums were on the bus and looked horrified. Sigh.

Today: Hate this weather with a passion, it’s hot and I got burnt. I was only out for like 10 mins. I leaped in the pool to find that it is still 5 degrees freakin cold, but I let my body go numb and then it was all good but I had a twitch afterwards -_________- retard.

I want people over now! Goddammit. I don’t care if you crawl in through my window just need some company now D:

I really do love say anything, fav band of the moment.

And if I could swim, I'd swim out to you in the ocean,
Swim out to where you were floating in the dark.
And if I was blessed, I'd walk on the water you're breathing,
To lend you some air for that heaving, sunken chest.

'Cause they chose you as the model for their empty little dreams,
With your new head and your legs spread like a filthy magazine.
And they hunt you, and they gut you, and you give in.

And if I was brave, I'd climb up to you on the mountain,
They led you to drink from their fountain spouting lies.
And I'd slay the horrible beast they commissioned
To steer me away from my mission to your eyes.
And I'd stand there, like a soldier, with my foot upon his chest,
With my grin spread, and my arms out, in my bloodstained Sunday's best,
And you'd hold me; I'd remind you who you are under their shell.

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...

And if they send a whirlwind, I'd hug it like a harmless little tree.
Or an earthquake, I'd calm it, and I'd bring you back to me.
And I'd hold you in my weak arms like a first born.

I'd walk through hell for you, let it burn right through my shoes,
These soles are useless without you
Through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
My soul is useless without you...

Through hell for you
Through hell for you
Without you, without you...

Now I've walked through hell for you.
What's an adventurer to do,
But rest these feet at home with you?




Annnnnd WTF Male stockings?
We do not sell male stockings, who in Australia would even think of selling male stockings. *shudder*



OMG ITS 7 OCLOCK?