hooray i'm kicking back on my inflatable baseball sofa typing on my laptop and michael learns to rock is blaring on my brand new panasonic hi-fi. oh and my integration tutorial is waiting for me on my table.

my mum's friend said i'm living it up in my bachelor's pad. she doesn't know i'm a girl and obviously didn't see the sports bra hanging behind the door. i beg to differ. what kind of bachelor pad has no tv? what kind of bachelor's pad holds a single bed? not that i'd get a queen sized bed if there was room, i have a phobia of big beds. WHAT KIND OF BACHELOR'S PAD HAS MOTHER'S CLOTHES IN THE WARDROBE?! and my mum tells me i have too much clothes. its like she invaded my country and is telling me my country is too small.

on the way home from harbourfront i drove past st margs and saw the happily gay polka dots skipping around the bus stops and the sun was setting behind the school.

i know i must move on but somehow i can't.

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8:38 PM