Woo..exam week, and I'm thinking of giving it the standing ovation it so deserves, in the form of 2 middle fingers. Sigh, anyways, after my caffeine boost, I became happy. That superficial happiness parrallels the artificial sweetener of coke light..fake! But never mind, at least I'm not bedeviled by the prissy pms monster at least for now. Well, was playing with my neighbour's dog just now. Apparantly the pooch stepped on mud, I didn't know, wolfed-whistled it to come, and so it came. Pounced on me, left me with pooch prints on my thigh. Fantastic! Anyways, that pooch is getting too fat for its own good, like boing-boing doggie-cellulite legs, but it did looked really yummy, and squeezy. It was only today I knew the dog was called Kelly, ermm..no offence to anyone with that name..**tee hee**. The bitch! called kelly..**snigger**..and I thot her name was Lucky. So that means for a good six months I was calling the wrong name, and in retrospect that was why I din get lucky with her, and I was often puzzled as to why I failed to charm the socks of this bitch though I kept calling her name. So really, dogs do know their own name, you cant cheat them. I really like the pooch from 8 floor (kelly), rather then that noisy one on 16th floor which apparently, must engage in sporadic barking periods across the night. I was just surfing the net, and decided that one day I shall have my own dog, a mini schnauzer in fact. Sigh, so since my mum is still dead against it, I've got no choice but to rely on play with kelly for now. Gee..' I'm bored. Accounting is puke inducing and nerve burstingly fun! gag. I shall go get a grip, or go get a life.