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then again, what? I can feel the angst brewing inside but i dont know how to get rid of it. I dont let it out except through writing but it is there. I shall write my piece and find shelwyn there after. I'll see what she says. Much as i would like to chill, my oversensitive parents complained about me not being at home. I wonder if there is ever a difference; me being at home and not. Because 10 out of 10, i'll prolly be in front of my comp doing my things. Thus to me, there aint no different being out or in. Unless, that is they enjoy to feast on the fact that my physical being is around even though my heart evidently isnt. i simply needed to ysl today but i didnt. had 4 yesterday and i think i went overboard. i said never to try reds but aint ysl equal to something of that? then again, ysl is simply addictive. the smoothness, the richness, the fineness. you cant minus that out and it makes marlboro seemingly pale in comparison. the difference between luxury and class A. haha. we should chill later (as of now, its already tuesday) because i do miss somebodies. and not forgetting that father John Vianney Lee is doing visiting. and yes, unfortunately, he is making a grand appearance at my home tuesday night(which translates to tonight) and that i have to be home to prepare(which actually means to clean up and make it neat) for his grace arrival. do indeed, all the big hooha for the parish priest which i never connected with because he is simply too intimidating. whenever he looks at me, i have this feeling as if he knew my secret. not that i have secrets which i hadnt said it out (i am great believer in confinding). nelly - shake ya tail feather 4:04 am powered by blogger |
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