Waking up to watch 'Friends', and then knitting, eat toe shaped sausages and drinking ice-cream soda excessively, and then knit again, and watch episode after episode of Grey's Anatomy and discovering my bitchy happy side - nothing beats a good day. A good day is a day without a plan, when there are no parents around to tell you what to do, and you don't have to bathe until the evening and be smelly, and be happy, and drink a lot of carbonated soda enough to give you diabetes. I love days without plans. I love days where I say I like pink, and let down my hair and stick things into them and be total girl.

You know what? I think I'd like to remain fat. Be fat, be merry, be anything. I don't have to fulfil society's wishes, I don't care about boyfriends if it takes 3 dress sizes down to have them, so yeah, I don't have to do anything.

Actually today I realised that I was happy. I actually thought of myself as a 'wondering happy spirit'. I hate plans. I hate my stupid planner where I fill up stuff I need to do and end up getting frustrated and feeling like a pig because I didn't do them.

Now this is where life comes in. I don't have a plan. I don't have a plan in life. I don't know if I'd like to study further or be something else. Haha, life is good when you don't have a plan. Is it not?

I am so addicted to soda right now.

Labels: happy talk