#346.
I realised I had a drafted post. And I don't draft posts. So it's one of the posts I've already posted doubled up. I deleted it and now my whole numbering of blogs thingo has gone haywire. Rage quit.


I've just got home from... err... out. Out and around Melbourne with M, C, T and... S? I don't know why M invited S it was a bit random, he was so awkward but whatever.
Ended up not spending my weeks pay. Not all of it anyway, got some new Kustom flats, bird-ey earrings. Because I'm such a bird lady. And a leather braid headband. Because I felt like a headband. Also had Korean BBQ again. And I think I'm off it now. Too much! Toooooo muuuuchhhh!! Anyway, I still have over half of my weeks pay. Which is cool.


Anyway, again you were on last night. Which was lovely. I know I said I wouldn't be the one to give in and say our jokes had gone too far, but everytime it crosses the line I do get hurt a little bit. And I know I should be telling you this instead of writing about it here, but I dunno. It's fun. It really is, until I subtly hint for you to end it but then you don't?
Either way. I'm sorry for 'hmph!'ing you so much last night. I felt like being corny but yeah. I really should have just told you how I felt. Ohhhhh whatever regrets are regrets. You haven't done anything wrong and I still love you all the same.






Today, it is claypot pork coloured. OH YES I THINK IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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