It is 330 am and I can’t sleep, mostly because I’d spent most of the day in some sort of an extended snooze.

Which explains why I am Whatsapp-ing Angie nonsense while clicking around on YouTube.

[On Knowing John Lennon] (via Whatsapp)

Me: My next boyfriend must love The Beatles. He can’t tell me shit like how he doesn’t know who Sgt. Pepper is.

A: Or ask you who John Lennon is.

Me: Fuck. I’ll slap him there and then if he ask me that. And maybe kick him in the balls if I’m in a bad mood.

Sometimes, I think I’m mad. In a fabulous way. Whee.


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