bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow: gimme my flaming debbie anytime

I have to sleep soon, but talking to Darren put me in such a good mood. He was talking about his chalet, the one I missed argh! Anyway it was a funny chat. Talking about a friend, thinking back, though I was disgusted it was dam funny the way he was alil feminine and egoistic all over. Saying stuff like I could have sworn faith and tham wanted a piece of me. Haha. Oh and ronald’s all better with his girl and I feel happy for him. Cos he sounded so sad the last time I felt bad for having so much fun. I’m chatting while typing this so my speech mayb get a little distorted and don’t make no sense. Just found out Ash cute, manja dog’s gone missing. Oh man. The dog is the like the sweetest stuff ever. She has a way of telling you what she wants and getting it. Remind me of the time I spent like 4 hours looking for Jody, Joel’s dog from 12-4 am in the morning. And we still didn’t find her. Until the next morning, I got up early and went to the petshop to ask around then i got lucky cos a really sweet lady did bring jody home after she tried to chase a taxi on the road nearly causing a collision. The reaction on Joel’s face when he saw Jody made it feel good to do something good. On a more positive note, Debbie’s online! I’m feeling so fucking high. Haha. I miss her so much. Should go visit her… then go broke. I don’t mind. Just live on the streets, beg for some money, eat all the burgers I can eat, bu all the apricots and raisins possible. Maybe play in the snow. Walk on the road to catch a glimpse of some possums or rabbits. Buy a whistle to go ka jiao the sheep dog. I miss the flame-a-licious, explodable kiwilander, possible star player in the all blacker contact team for ladeess, my beautiful angel debie the un-dubious. I ain’t tigger happy, I’ve just been drinking too much flaming debbies.