threat.
is this some kinda threat.
i hate people snooping around my cherished possessions.
overall, i'm pretty strong & healthy still.
to think about what i'm obliged to carry out.
mandatory = shit. as many of you already know.
but to compare with the explosion a couple hours ago? i'm still alive.
considering fortunate.
with whom do i confer with?
with whom do i seek advice from?
i see this extravagant palace.
and a lady in this stunning white gown.
then a wine waiter brisked up.
and she took a glass of red wine from him.
she had a sense of belonging,
a sense of pride which no one sees as arrogance.
she is respected & loved.
this is who she ought to be.
for a long while.
this was a dream.
her reality was now...
what it seems.
the last four days, i was working at the comex.
i was busy, but i did gain much knowledge.
she's cool,
she's hot,
she's bubbly,
i'm not.
whatever.
i said whatever.
yea.
watever.
so gorgeous. so beautiful.
oh yea, whatever.
you didn't think you could hide.
poo-poo.
you idiot.
idiosyncracies of this idiot.
i cannot stand this unconventional behaviour.
i quit.
okay, let's talk about something else.
my boyfriend's going on a holiday soon.
he's gonna have a good time while i'm at it with my exams.
things are gonna get boring.
BUT
i'll be wishing the best for him at all times!
love him!
ciao for now.
GOD get me outta here.