I will marry Tom\'s cock.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Beach in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 7 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a pink Mini.
		I will spend my days as a Famous, and live happily ever after.

Soo.. I've decided to buy myself an extra month time and try to catch up with everything.

But really, it annoys me to no end that I can't poke around in your lives like I used to when I still got access to Twitter and LJ at work.

Although, I must say that I even surprised myself to discover that I missed you more than the continuous information stream about Tokio Hotel. It really is bros before, euhm, bros!

Anyway, if you have felt ignored by me than that's true but if it's any comfort, I've missed you guys too.

<3

... cause I adore you!

So, I've just outed myself as a nOOb by completely mocking up that "I love you because..." meme....


I'm tempted to delete and erase all evidence of my stupidity but I'll embrace it as a lesson. Wax on, Wax off.



Other boring updates:

- tempted to do Open University. But it scares the shit out of me because if I start this then this is one of my last chances to proof that I'm not entirely made off suck-age. If I fail then it will be just that: failure because I am a failure. I'm not sure if I'm ready for such confrontation with myself.

- tempted to make twitter account because you have NO IDEA how much I fucking miss it. And during  last night of soul-searching, I was wondering what it was again that I was trying to proove to myself. That I have a tendency to go overboard? That I have un-healthy hobbies? That I become easily addicted? That I need attention? Pssh! I know that already. Still, pride and all that...

- tempted to go shopping but it would be clearly comfort shopping which would only lead to sad purchase of sad things, sad bank account and sad boyfriend.

- tempted to do something drastically stupid, like buying a van, pimping the van and hit the road to make a BBC-worthy documentary called, "Walking with Tokio Hotel, in the trail of hair-spray, groupies and wet panties."

Meh.


I'm a sheep.

It just occured to me: if I re-create a Twitter account then it will be a pain to find everyone again D:


Then again, maybe it will be a nice opportunity to just follow whom I want to follow.



And you know what is really painful? I wanted to twitter this! FAIL!


Also, beware of verlorendochter, she knows the most efficient emotional blackmail peptalk ever. She almost made me feel bad, like I was some sort of cold-hearted cunt to leave everyone her hanging.

Almost.

I can't believe that I actually did it, but I did.


And now, I'm not sure how to feel about it. But I do feel relief. And regret. And sadness. But mostly, I'm still in awe that I actually had the guts to do this.


It's not the first time that I've considered but certainly the first that I actually push through and I feel an odd sense of accomplishment. Although, it's very likely that I'll make a new account, I was smart or stupid enough to make sure that I can create a Dailanche account again, I still did it.

You're wondering, why does she keep on blabbing instead of telling us what she did: well here it is: the end of a century: I've deleted my twitter account.


DUNDUNDUN


And steps have been made to delete my THus account too.




Maybe Dailanche will make a comeback or maybe she will rebirth itself and maybe she will stop talking about herself in third person. Who knows? Like a very wise man said, "Bring me that horizon!"  (yes, that's a quote from Captain Jack Sparrow. Don't judge)

... as if I haven't been spamming your flist enough, here's a sordid update of the sorry life of Dailanche!

(if that wasn't a clue that the update will not be about rainbows and moonshine then you need to ask yourself why you are my friend as normally, my speech has much more bite and edge)


Do I smell biterness?

Damn right but I'll just blame the overdose of cortisone, as it turns out cortisone is a steroid hormone. Which means that they've pumped my body with hormones while I'm having my periods..

( Joy! )