name's juno slash aggy, having much trouble in the past, and having too much fun right now. after several months crying over my old blog which scrambled by anonymous haters, i started a new one. not really a new one. but few things had change and i had my life on shape. so, you haters better face me outside this blog because when you face me here, you are utterly idiot.
yesterday i open a pile of my dad's recorded music. he must've been crazy that i could found his own cassettes with his own drumming inside. he told me he was good at singing and drum but i got the point that, i should have mine too. i decided the cover was simply retraced my Psyche-inner and have that butterfly marks. i made it by myself and it's just waw the next day i lean on my perfection of a recording. it must contains my new--and well as far, my favorite songs of all. the title is just simply "i don't need my dad to pull the votes that i am perfectly hopeless" and "hating me won't make you look more beautiful instead; you'll be pitiful". seems long, isn't it? yeah.
the rest that i have finally hate all my ex boyfriend(s) and finally go on NOT to pull another date as soon as possible, but i tried to stay close to my bestemona besties. having them were perfectly helpful as my lifestyle is stressful.
"hey, i don't like them," "go play, for the sake of your life," "i don't like to go on bowling or football match or billiard or even karaoke, could we just set off home and laid to each other arms?" "no, we're going air soft gun," "that's what i love from my boy!"
and i love him, yes, i love that man who WILL say those things
