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0805: Starting the day right with a healthy dose of misery paired with alternations of The Click Five and what few songs I have from (before-they-disbanded) DBSK.

0845: And of course Yuki Kajiura.


0935: Writing cheques for everyone and GUESS WHO TEXTS AFTER THREE DAYS. I'm still mad though, so go away and how dare you send me a picture which I certainly won't open because I'm still mad?

0949: It's a picture of him and his stupid cute face in a stupid hat. Stupid stupid stupid. And I'm still mad.

0951: Kat seems busy, so I won't disturb her for now I guess... Back to folding boxes.

0955: Scrolling through his message... He likes jump-up DnB huh? Nice. Though I'm still not replying till much later.

1025: I can't believe he's still awake.. It's what, almost 3am there? Unless he fell asleep with his phone on ahaha.

1026: I'm still mad. I'm just going to reply later, like after work.

1028: Can't believe he likes DnB though, it really kind of gives me this image of him as some stoner ahaha. I gotta say I love his music taste though.

1551: YES I KNOW I HAVEN'T TYPED ANYTHING IN HERE BEEN TOO BUSY TRYING TO KEEP MYSELF AWAKE

1552: Been listening to jump-up DnB tracks and I feel like I'm watching a Skins UK club scene. It's so beautiful. Unfortunately they're not doing much to keep me awake, I'm so tired.


1517: When will people realise that taking pictures of themselves with alcohol or a cigarette isn't sexy or cool at all? It just makes them look pathetic, like "Oh hey, look at me with this cig - I'm totally fucking awesome, right?" WRONG.

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