Saturday, June 14, 2008
They all become horses.
Watched
The Tracey Fragments just now. I'm very close to snipping off my hair, start smoking, throw away those pretty dresses, get a tall skinny druggie dude boyfriend and like, run away from home and start our own life with no money, tattered jeans, dirty Converses, and lots of cigarettes. Then we'll make a living out of stealing, sleep on cardboard, and make babies in the dark alleys on the cardboard.
Thank you HW for listening to my drug-filled fantasies despite my half-possessed state and you being at a BBQ. Thank you for the many sacrifices you made for me today like missing Cher's call and borrowing Jasmine's phone just to call me. Please try not to hate me so much.
"Denise, are you listening to yourself?"
"Denise, are you high?"
"It's like a mix between SR and S."
"It's like a drug version of S."
"Oh, like the E that kind ah."
" Denise, the word 'seh' cannot be used in Western countries. It's called 'attitude'."
"I bet you US$100 that you would not cut your hair."
"Repercussion?! Isn't that like, an instrument or something?!"
Thank you frogboychickenrice for your kind recommendation. I enjoy the feeling of being plunged into the splitting darkness. Ellen Page is friggin awesome.
Thank you Jesus for teaching me not to make so much noise at the small oil stain on other people's shirt when I already have a gigantic curry mess on my shirt.
Very tired now. There's stale beer on the table. Math is piercing painful. I just procrastinated for THREE HOURS. Blame it on the existence of tomorrow.
tried to hunch; 12:54 AM
