as can be seen from my previous blog, I recently had the pleasure of finally viewing The Lost Boys. To be honest, if ever I am to become a vampire, I'd opt for slurping down a bottle of blood over being bitten and slowly transforming. I'd also rather red eyes and dagger-fangs instead of beauty and sparkly skin. Br00tal? I think not. As creatures of the night, vampires were never meant to be beautiful.

Anywho, my life is uneventful as per the norm. However, there is a change. I'm like an uber hormonal pregnant bii-otch considering I wail and get mad over really insignificant things. It's intense. I literally cannot for the life of me even understand why I keep getting upset over such minor things. I pray it's just simply hormones, and not some devious belly-dweller out to destroy my life.

My week has been devestating as I have already finished disc 4 of Sabrina, but on the positive side, if I wish to purchase any more seasons, they're only 30 dollars, because obviously after season 3 the show went downhill. But I don't really care, because I just want to see that Harvey and Sabrina end up together. If they don't, I'll throw a fit like that chinese toddler that smokes 40 ciggies a day. Further devestation also came with paying the $172 ticket fine I received in early May. I'd really love to have that money back. I'd also really love to find out why post office workers are generally crabby old bags who display themselves in such a way that you, while waiting in queue, slowly begin to wonder whether they sleep on a bed of forks with an abusive husband who sticks twigs in their ears and eyeballs.

That's all I got really, dear blog. I have to go do washing because life is messy.