Gucci. Gucci.

I have had an ample rest this week as compared t other school teens, and I feel contented though I burned those time off by being a monkey and running everywhere outta house.

On a random note I am hooked onto Taylor Swift’s Love Story with lickings of Kinderjoy, perhaps because I am missing Boyfriend a fucking big time ever since he went into remand as he always had this song played through his Walkman gadget, as for th latter its craving came really in a sudden.

Thanks Chris for space, his Nutella spread and allowing me t cook in his kitchen.
Thanks Norman for companionship t&fro similar places, playing with Gucci, bites of kaya with peanut butter spread, watching me paint Art, taking my valuables everywhere automatically, endured through torments while I attitude him for practically nothing and helping prove my innocence t a fucking spoiler.

Fuck ____ for having a mouth with holes, spilling beans everywhere causin’ me into trouble with Daddy & Mommy.
Fuck _____ for accusing me when he does not even know th entire situation we were in.

I doubt there isn’t anymore t Blog about in particular, for I have not been doing a proper and detailed post since a long time. Below would be peektures of Gucci Hamtaro in a mini cage but he has now moved t a bigger green-coloured one! (Grins)

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~ by jsaphyre on July 10, 2009.