First things first, I hate hate hate the fact that I have no money to send to Loren so she can have:
1. Fresh vegetables
2. Fresh meat
3. Money for magazines
4. Money for laundry
5. Money for her to move to a fully furnished apartment in the city far away from *thinks* I don't know what to name him, everything is too nice for him. And no, I don't care what her mother says. A friend (with -money) got to do what a friend's got to do.
Alas, I have no money. So everything of the above will have to wait.
Secondly, I need to stop sleep-texting. Period.
Thirdly, the boobs revelation. I think may not work after all. There are alot of flat-chested bitches out there. I need to find another bitch-? revelation. Rest assured I will keep you informed. This will be a continuing project of elimination.
I have no shoes for soccer. I look like a boy playing soccer. Sigh.
And I think I might finally start to have cellphone issues. I never used to have them. Only because I change them so frequently that it never really has the chance to fault while I am using it. But this one finally is showing signs of age and disease. If I don't respond in timely manner (unless you are Robert) then it's because the loud DING that comes with an incoming text message does NOT sound even when it's on *Alert Me When Someone Needs Me!* status. I still can't bear to give up on it. It has, well, memories! EURGH!
Then again, maybe if I change the phone. New memories will be formed???