chaka chaka

another post.

wow.

well, it is the first week. it’s like hanging out at home, but at the office… methinks me lost the plot.

anyway, tragedy befalls those who, well, deserve it. people who don’t suck tend to have close girlfriends who send them random cute, quirky and often meaningless text messages. we awesome people have girlfriends (and some times their boyfriends) who talk about sweet girly things or kinky nasty dirty shit with (while mr. bf goes “lalalalalala” with his hands over his ears).

i have a super shopping companion. who is also my someone to have coffee with, to get smashed with and go for TAG with. to exchange awesome clothing and to chain smoke with.

and now even to mario kart with. yay!

aiyo, pantat face, it sucks to be stuck in prolonged adolescent angst (in your 20s) caused by being a materialistic, self absorbed, holier than thou, rich snob brat, i’m-too-good-for-this-world beeeeeeeyotch.

in other words, it sucks to be you!