Mood: disturbed
Watching: F1
I hate guest who’s come to my house on sunday (actually I hate any guests at all except the ones that I’m actually invite). But on other days I can stand guest, my mood is good enough to keep the smile and makes little talks. On sunday, I devoid all hospitality manner, it’s my lazy day for me and my family. We usually dress very not approriate for any guest at all every sunday, my bro even don’t taking a bath every sunday (oh he’s quadruple lazy on sunday).
Today is special case though, the guest is people that I abhor. I actually want to puke on the sight of them. So I hide in my room and write this blog. They so annoyingly a gossiper, so just wait for the gossip that ‘my mother’s children is very much lazy and devoid of any manner’. Ah, who the hell care about their opinion anyway!!!
Btw I just made a banana muffins and the result is a complete failure >.<
Ok it’s the most traumatic experience with banana… the fettucine is great though
