And then…
Heard quite a few people talking about the Durex and hence, sex issue these few days. This just proves one thing; sex sells. Hmmph.
Did nothing this weekend, which has left me feeling utterly lethargic and so.. blah. I’m getting pretty good at predicting my moodswings according to the menstrual cycle, and my calculations predict that these few days are gonna be completely blah or completely drama. No drama, no. But right now i’m so restless that I feel like ripping something to shreds or just punching something silly.
My french manicure’s chipping at the ends; I pray it can last till after the interview tomorrow. What, another interview? Yeah. But I make it a point to disassociate myself with those kiasu people who go for interviews just so they can make notches on their wall. God knows I need a job, and I’m just trying to find the best one out there. I wish I could be one of those people who can afford to bum around for ages, just travel and shit, but I can’t. I’ve got one final trip in November and that’s it. They say when you come from nothing, you’re always hungry. And I think it’s good, cos it makes you work harder for more.
Oh shit. My collagen mask has gone and hardened on my face while I was typing this blog and now I can’t get it off. SO much for do-it-at-home spas. I just got ‘SPA-ed’.
I need my daily drug. No Stella Artois here so…. Fruit Tree, where are you? Somebody had better not have swiped the ones I put in the fridge this time.
