Frogs are so darn lucky. they get to kiss the princess.

It's 3.20 am and I'm supposed to be doing up my best 3 achievements for graduation cert but I'm still not doing it. Things are just too messed up, too confounded that I haven't had time to talk to myself recently. (I'm not psycho, I meant I haven't been in touch with myself, nor for anything or anyone else, for that matter).

My crying episodes have been going on for a few days this week, and it sucks.

Oh well, this isn't getting anywhere so I'll just emphasise my realisation today that frogs are really really lucky sons of the bull-frog because they always get kissed by some beautiful princess who has undergone a sex change and plastic surgery, and then they turn into such hunks who croak. Okay, I told you so.