rubbish, rubbish, rubbish.

my family is full of rubbish.

my life is so full of rubbish.

I can't talk on the phone.

I can't use the computer.

I can't meet Jeralyn NOW.

I can't go Ernest's birthday party.

[but that's because of Justin's b'day party and MOTHERS!]

Aish. Like whatever.

I give up.

Tsk-tsk.

I'm supposed to hibernate at home and wait for thy kingdom come.

"Ha. Ha." Apparently I'm not laughing.