if the condom split open, you ain't a dad yet, don't worry.
(Saturday, May 14, 2005)
the week was in a mess. no news is good news. every other news brought forward to my attention is just another emotionally disturbing chaos. right now, i have a phobia when people want to tell me something. i just feel like plugging my ears with my fingers and sing baa baa black sheep verse over and over again till i see a real sheep comes and invites me for a shot of Jack Daniel's when someone had a sudden urge to speak to me urgently. guess i also forgot it takes more courage to answer the ringing phone too.
the last minute unplanned lunch date with steph didn't mirror the tinniest bit of the previous 5 days at all. a fair compensation for the rough week i had. steph is nice. that woman loves alcohol and she loves alcohol. people that loves alcohol are very very adorable. oh, fuck, i'm getting carried away again. so steph is the person of the week in my life. she's going to reward me with bak kut teh tomorrow. yeah, bak kut teh means pork! i don't believe anything other than pork makes me happier. well, there's alcohol too. do you think that they serve pork and beer at the same time? the thought is orgasmic. better than porn or sex or sex with japanese porn star or sex with a pair of japanese porn star...
11:30 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
