Reading kaizley's journal

Today is maybe one of the most fabulously mixed up days of my life.

In the morning when my mother picked me up, she didn't seem too happy to see me, and I smelt a bit, but that was soon fixed when I hopped into the shower. Anyway, The day went on, mum went out for a minute while I sat and wasted some time.

Then some other boring stuff happened, until mum said she was going gocery shopping. Me being who I am decided that I wanted to join her. In regular fashion we went to the fruit shop and looked at the mangoes for a while, then made a detour to one of the ugliest clothing shops I had ever seen. Bright yellow and bright pink garments covered with countless numbers of sequins *shudders*. Oh! And the most hideous pair of white, three-quarter pants with big red and yellow flowers plastered all over them.

Anyway, back to my point. As we were leaving the fugliest shop in the world, I saw him. At least I think it was him. MY DREAM BOAT! :D. The guy I had met a whole entire more than two years ago, and I haven't seemed to forget about it. I mean, so I didn't mutter a word to him.. but I gave him a dirty and I've seen him without a shirt! So that's gotta count to something.

As mum dragged me a long to the supermarket, I stood behind him on the escalator and just stared at him. Wow.. Wouldn't it have been cool if it really was my dream boat? I'm hoping it was. Hoping A LOT.

*sigh*

*shrivels into a big, unmovable blob*

I wonder if the laundry has been done...

"I'm free to say whatever I, whatever I like if it's wrong or right, it's alright."