Thinking of Martin.

Random thoughts from the last couple hours:

I'm invited to a last minute party for Kenny? How... Ironic. -_-

My dear idol pianist Martin Leung was much cuter before he turned into an uber buffed out skater. Still... I would love to bite that CUTE distended lip of his...

I love nicknames. I like when people give me nicknames. I know not everyone like them, but it's like a hug. Not being able to give someone a nickname because they don't like it is like not being able to give them a hug. It's so weird to stop myself from doing it. Feels cold.

Why should I go see Phillip? Because I owe him. but it would be following a pattern of good behavior if I didn't.

A saturday free and I filled it up, didn't I? Darn it...

What am I supposed to wear? Something I can sleep in? ... What am I thinking. O.o

A wild tattoo on his back huh? That's explains the feeling of freedom when I watch him dance.

Robot men... <3 Cute.

Maybe I was destined to make little yellow babies. Or not. Either or.

How about something actually INTERESTING this time?

I wonder if I deleted my fb page, how many people would notice? Would I be depressed at the number?

Tivo wins again! Wait what?

Oh Martin. Please do me. I swear I'm not a hideous fat underage fangirl.... I'm a hideous SKINNY overage (for you) fangirl.