(Wednesday, May 04, 2005)
i got fucked this morning because i lost my cheque book. do you know if you lost your cheque book, you need to log a police report? yeah, that's disturbing. it's as important as my i/c amd driving license, dammit. oh, i lost my i/c and driving license in melbourne anyway. goddamn, i was so sad about the money clip ok. life's never gonna be the same again without a money clip. the i/c and driving license are always welcomed go missing and screw their female counterpart anytime. but NOT THE FUCKING MONEY CLIP.
the 2nd bad news came slamming on my face right after that. my credit card bill last month was slighty less than how much i earn a month. slight less is like 25 bucks. which means, this whole month, no starbucks, no coffee bean, no fancy restaurant and no drinking. that's indeed the most breath-taking news i've got by far. in fact, the bank should put a 'open at own risk' at the cover of the credit statement, just in case.
since i lost my cheque book, i don't know how to pay off my credit card. there goes. a solution. if you don't know how to pay, you don't pay till you figure out how. so theoritically, i'm not heavily in debt because...just because! the bank do anything with my fancy underwear if they want it. i can go commando.
9:25 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
