Work piling up on me. When I am at home all I wanna do is stone. I've been grumpy. Very grumpy.

It amazes me, how some people can gain the same/more money than I get from full time blogging when what they write is crap, really.

They have their posts cut off halfway so I have to click a link to see everything in full instead of just seamlessly reading it all. Tell me, how is that feature good? It makes your blog tiring and super annoying.

They have ads ALL over which pisses the hell out of me, and sometimes when you're reading the blog halfway it takes you to an ad page which you, again, have to click to get back to what you're reading. Seriously, do you think this is fun?

And then they're boring. Boring boring I am snoring. They go to some stupid event and act all excited, take scores of pictures of themselves... Oh man, the pictures of some of them. D: I mean, if you're not hot, please stop pretending to be. It's sick. I have to admit that despite being a vapid, self centered racist bitch, Xiaxue is a guilty pleasure. You're drawn to reading it just to have someone to laugh at. But some people are just so.. ugh, disliked AND boring.

But the most irritating thing about full time bloggers is how they lose their honesty. From advertorials about products and services that never deliver, to blogging about things they have no interest in just to fill up space or get audiences, to using terms they'd never use in real life to sound more intelligent. -yawns-

How do these people make money again?

We've run out of coffee in the house. The reaction to this is violent. Wahaha. Guess you can't separate gamers and their coffee.
It was 4am in the morning... I was washing my cup when my brother walked into the kitchen and opened the box where the coffee capsules are, picking up a decaf pack. "Eee, what is this?" he asked in disgust, holding the packet gingerly like it was a dirty sock.
"Decaf. We're out of coffee!"
"WHAT?!" and he pretends to keel over and die. Lol. Well I've been functioning without my peach and lemon tea and I'm fine!
Nobody drinks tea in my house. Nobody appreciates the awesomeness of tea. I just made myself a cup.
Argh ITPM test!

Some quotes from The Class. When the girl was talking to the guy about his ex fiance and he had like a box of her clothes all nicely folded to give back to her.

"I get it. That's why you're being so nice to her. You're trying to FOLD YOUR WAY BACK INTO HER LIFE!"

HAHAHAHA damn funny I laughed my ass off at the way she said it.

If there was one thing that shocked me about the way I am with Venessa, is that I am a sucker for affection. I give it freely, and I yearn for it. I was always a words person before, but now I find that hidden part of myself, and realise I am a touch person. I have to be physically close to her, I have to keep her in my line of sight even when talking to someone else, or I feel uncomfortable. I can't go without hugs, without kisses, without smelling her hair, without flicking her nose or poking her in the tummy. And I feel incomplete if I got none of that in return, if she didn't poke my bellybutton or fiddle with my shirt sleeve, or let her fingers flutter at my side when he passes me.

The other day after work, we were on the escalator and I felt her like the first time we'd held hands. I barely even remember the first time I held hands with her but this day felt like a first. When I reach for her hand, it is warm and dry and comforting like a cozy home after running through the rain. But it isn't the familiarity that strikes me, it is the fact that I still feel a jolt of electricity as her fingers comb through mine. I still feel that rush of the feeling I can only describe as 'whoa' when I hold her around her waist, and every inch of contact is felt so clearly like it's the very first time. It is that pride I feel as I look around and wonder if anyone notices that I'm holding the hand of this gift, this masterpiece.

I feel like a rambling, starstruck fanboy. I would like to be more coherent, really I would, but it is too much fun being in love and having hearts in my eyes. I don't want to see things through anyone else's eyes, I don't want to gag at the idea of love roll my eyes at such things, I don't want to ever forget what being crazy about her feels like because then I go back to a world of grayscale.