venting!

AAAARRGH! im so BOOOOORED!

had wrk tday but it was onli for 2 hr. mm menu tasting. easy wrk if u can get it eh.

den signed off quick b4 abhi changed his mind. n went off to see skot who'd called me earlier n left me with 'did i mention i wrote off the family car?' arrgh. i heart teasers. i heart teasing. i love to play! but no love for playas. well. sometimes. cos they fun to tease. the onli good thing to come out of skot fishtailing around a roundabt n getting stopped by a power pole is that he cant ever call me a lousy driver anymore. ok.. that, and he wont ever drink n drive agen. n that he and his frens werent hurt. n dat he dint hit another car. n that insurance covered evrything coz he didnt blow over. yeh. take that mr rally driver. im happy ur ok skot. it would piss me off something chronic if anything worse happened. tho i wouldnt mind if u had a sort of.. temporary whiplash.. or minor concussion..very minor.. jsut as a, u noe, lesson... hmm... hehhehheh...

so. bubble party at heat last wkend. n i was angry!!! AAAANGRY! i HATE driving places i've never been b4. absolutely hate it. n i dun like to look at the map either.. theyre no use to me cos i hav the memory of diddly squat n cant rmb more than one turn. at least i noe whre bloody metros is, even if i dont noe how to get there the short way. not to mention, WHAT BUBBLES?! WHRE ART THOU, OH BUBBLES?? got jipped. i wasnt planning on going clubbing, much less, raving but id finished wrk early, abt 1.30am n thot i'd pop over n say hi to yoli (yola+oli) jean shieve n kwan, grab a bubble tea or something equally bubbly, n head off home. this, however, was not meant to be. afta abt an hr of mishaps,

(me having walked from james st, peering down a deserted roe st)
kwan: walking? why are u walking? i'd drive if i were u.
me: WHAAAAAT?!! I THOUGHT U SED IT WAS CLOSE!!'
(cue: kimmye to snarl)

so afta such an eventful start it wasnt worth it not to go in.. riite? so in i went, i wont stay long i told myself. dressed in skinny jeans (thats rite! PANTS! ACK!) n singlet top, thongs, glasses n no makeup. can u imagine?! das craaazy. luckily no one noticed amongst the furry leg warmers, glo stx n diluted pupils. *snickers to self* so i get there and evryones fkd off their tits (it was the jagerbombs says yola), stumbling n yacking evrywhre. it was great! ahahaha i mean it. it was funny as fk. then shieve left n i thot, i wont stay much longer. then kwan got kicked out, taking me with her cos she'd passed out on my shoulder, n as her very hot fren picked her up, i thot i'll jsut go in n tell the others im goin hm. then yoli left coz yola yacked, n i thot rite, goin now. then i looked around n saw it was jsut me n jean. n jean was WASTED! (rofl!! if i hear "i SHIT u not!!" one more time..) n driving. with wrk at 9am. so we partied til 5am n evryone had left, n she could walk in a straight line. i hav to admit. it was one of my better sober nites. phew. but wat a nite.

in other news. ive taken up biting my nails again!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!! it happened last nite and now 80% of my nails is looking decidedly disgusting. id bin on the straight n narrow for a whole year n a bit, id thot id kicked it, but i gess a habit spanning more than a decade of my life is harder to beat than i thot. tho. i hav to admit i didnt realise how mcuh i missed it; it relaxes me like nothing else, my mind jsut empties and its awesum. n then. the world rushes back in as soon as i take my fingers out of my mouth. for this reason i will never take up smoking. *knocks on wood*

sigh.