I've gotten myself re-hooked on The Arctic Monkeys. It's amazing how they never cease to make me want to dance. And I'm not one to dance, mind you. But I love "I bet you look good on the dance floor" it really really makes me want to dance. And since I can't dance, I sway in my chair and bob my head to the beat. It's all because of Alex Turner's sexy voice, don't even try to argue about that. Anyway, today's father's day. So a big shout out to dads, be good you hear? Anyway, I went to orchard today, returned with a guess what? A skirt. I know it's mildly shocking, but at the same time, some of you must be thinking "Well, finally." Well, yes, finally has come. Do not ask me how or why.

So yeah, something weird happened today. I forgot to take my glucose in the morning, which made me feel 1) cold and 2)bitchy. Seeing as today was father's day (Hi dad), we went out to have a dad's day out. Which meant having extremely unhealthy food and going to the bookstore. So, we ate artery clogging foods and went our seperate ways. My brother and dad went to read while my mum and I walked around Wisma Atria. Yes, I hang out with my parents, shut up. My mother, bless her soul, is the slowest thing to ever move this century. So while she was in the toilet for (and eternity) I waited outside, away from the frantic women adjusting their makeup. Anyway, the girl's rest room's exit faced the Gents, and there was this guy drying his hand with the air dryers (I love those) staring at me, probably because I looked like death (no I do not bite, in public). So my mum, after what felt like hours waiting for her, came out of the ladies' and walked off with me following her. But somehow I kept staring at that guy and he seemed to stare back and I walked into some really small little boy who's head reached my hip, or waist. I love kids, but whatever. By far, that's the weirdest thing that's happened to me in a while. And I have this weird feeling in my gut, I'm not sure why, because of that tiny little incident. And something's telling me "Kathleen, you're so rude." But I'm not quite sure why that is. Anyway, Happy Father's day and Uh, feed your pets.

xoxo
Kath