Eighteen
I've set a new record apparently. I've managed to drive the psychobullshitist so mad that's she's quit: and they've given up on me! Yay! Did I just say 'yay'? Ergh maybe I do need psychiatric help if I'm gonna end up saying that… Anyways yeah, she's quit. Then they told me I need professional psychiatric help that they just can't offer at the school – what else is new? In fact what can they offer at school other than pathetic excuses for… stuff?
Ryou looked exasperated when I told him; apparently I just exist to make his life a misery. I can't believe he took such a long time to figure that one out insert le eyeroll here. Still he's making my life a misery now and in a bad, bad way! I mean come on we need to get him to have some fun, seriously… hehe maybe it's nearly time to get him into a dress again… I shall try and get some work done plan 'get-Mr.-Misery-guts-wasted-and-into-a-dress' right away; god knows he's even making me pissed off.
I'm gonna go feed bicarbonate soda to the pigeons in the park; it should be fun. I'll write more later on.