booty call : the proposal

from the message:
i'm actually on markham in the middle of *bleep* and *bleep*.

i'm looking for a girl i can talk to chill with go to movies with and have sex with. is that something you'd wanna do?

right. ok, who uses this as a pick-up line?

someone to talk to..done and done...i can do this!! *interest eyebrow*

go to the movies with...a bit ansy here, i'm not much of a movie go-er, but that's ok *more brow*

have sex with..what the hell?? how do you throw that in there?? NEXT. PASS. the brows have moved on...

party party?

GAME PLAN:
get 'leyni. go to jareer-san's. get crunk. ttc our drunk asses to birthday festivities at KRAVE. dance like we drink. somehow, we're not sure, but GET BACK to where we started.

throw a few 4am burgers at good ol' John Anderson's. and i would guess that was our night.

sentiments waking up today:
where'd that half litre of water go? lol.
not bad for a first night of partying for me this year. i can't wait to do it again. thank god for jay's birthday! CAN'T WAIT!

re-evaluate

it's time to re-evaluate my problems, 2 hours past my last post.

• helpful? or bitter?
  You Can Be a Better Boyfriend!
  i pressed that button on the top right of my screen, you know the one that says, "NEXT BLOG." and i got this girl's website. i was reading through it, and couldn't help to wonder "she's had a lot to complain about, i wonder if it's from experience??" and then i thought (because she updated it a few days ago) "why is she still writing about this?" someone must have done this to her for her to stand up and take notice, and be compelled to share it with the world. she's bitter. and maybe she needs to get rid of this smelly, bossy, touchy boyfriend of hers.
  
  
• the reason for the post
  Being Poor
  if you've walked by that man/woman sitting on the street asking you for money, and looked at them in disgust. you might need some insight into their world. it'll make you think about the things you take for granted, the way you second-guess people....

back at one

do you ever feel alone? or like there's something going on behind your back? it's the most awkward feeling ever. a lot of it has to do with paranoia, or in my case almost 100% of the time: thinking WAY too much.

i wake up in the morning, thinking a lot of bad thoughts, about people i shouldn't be having these thoughts about. and now, it's probably starting a whole "who is she talking about?" in your mind. the paranoia...i tell ya, it's contagious.

anyway, i'm used to this going on in my mind now. lately, it feels like there's a door shut somewhere that probably won't be opened again. and it hurts a lot. but at the same time, "probably" can also be a probably not. i run a situation inside my head now, thinking of all the possibilities, all the outcomes and by the time i make some sort of conclusion, i'm mentally exhausted to do anything about it. but like i said, i'm used to this all by now.

i don't know what i'm writing about anymore. bottom line, i'm back at the beginning of my journey at the bottom of the hill that becomes a mountain.
oh. i just got a call, that's making the journey uphill come accessorized with a ball and chain. damn.

i am in serious need of an intervention.

i am in serious need of inspiration.

musical dillemma

don't EVER listen to the scientist when you're trying to shake it off. this brown skin girl is sitting home, and the tears run cold.

here i go again.

no shit.