Urgel. Went through the Henna-torture again yesterday (headache, headache, headache) and it seems a little darker this time. Next weekend I'll try again and hopefully it'll work even better then.

Tweetie couldn't sleep yesterday because she was too lazy to buy sleeping pills so I think it was after two in the morning before neither of us got any. I'm just going to write this, do some copy-pasting and then go back to bed.

Nighty-nighty!

I can't believe how fast my faith in humanity is sinking. Every day something happens that makes me hate humans even more, if it's actually possible. It doesn't have to be anything big, it can be just something small, almost insignificant, and it just makes me want to go on a hunt. I don't like feeling like this, but I guess since I had the unfortunate luck of being born without the bimbo-gene, I guess I've got to take it.
So...
Dear old couple on the tram to work:
Yes, I dress in black. It's not a trick of the light. Yes, that it a long black winter-coat (Tweetie's) and a black summer-hat ('cause my hat rocks!). Yes, I am wearing both together. Yes, that is, in fact, music you hear coming from my CD-player. Guess what? I'm now going to stalk your grandchildren and end up sodomizing their family-dog, because that's what people who look like me do, right? Uh-huh, thought so.

Dear ugly bimbo on the tram out to work:
Just... Fuck off.

Dear disgusting cunts on the tram on the way back from work:
You're NOT cool. Sitting there and howling is so out, didn't you get the fucking memo? All it does is making me want to go over there and rip you to pieces. You have no clue how close I was to do that. I will pray to whatever higher power that listens that you'll live a long, miserable life and that you'll spend most of it cleaning after other people.

There are no words to say how much I loathe humanity right now. I honestly can understand why some people go berserk.

On the plus-side though... You who work on the first floor in the building where I clean: you rock. Thank you so much for treating me like a human being and not like a part of the furniture or like I'm invisible. You all deserve flowers for being there.

Tweetie's home now. I demand food from Cindy's and lots of cuddling.

Over and out.

We cleaned the flat today, almost all of it. It's only the desk and the bookshelves that needs to be ordered and cleaned off properly, but the kitchen, the bathroom and the floor in the room are all done!! *dances*

Me tired now... +.+

One more day to go. One.

Cleaned the stairs today, saw the gigantic spider of doom at the bottom of them and until they get that one out, I'm not going anywhere close to cleaning down there.

That said, I'm getting really fucking sick. Nose's bonkers, throat as well.

One more day.

I finally managed to get the stairs done, spiders and all. @.@

I also had about 4 hours to come up with one hell of a long rant dealing with (but not being limited to); fandoms, sexuality in fandoms (including but not limited to; male-preg, self-lubricating ass), satanism, life philosophies, wannabe-goths/-metal, sexuality, labels on people.. I wanted to write it all down, but I'm too fucking tired right now. Maybe tomorrow.

Now we're having 9-minutes-pizza, yummy!!

Over and out.

Oh, and my Tweetie is the cutest Tweetie in the world!! *.*