over and over again till one of the truck's wheel came rolling out. *ploooop!* i'm so fucking sore.
went clubbing last night in the Loft, Zouk and John was nice enough to take me in last night. His initial reaction when he saw me last night was 'why the fuck are you sober!!!', it wasn't even a question, it was a statement, followed by, 'are you fucking ok?', John knows me like no other friends. then he felt sorry for me and took me out for supper till 5 knowing that i have to work at 8.
till now, i don't understand how the fuck did i got lost in John's home this morning. i opened the door, saw that it was the store instead of the bedroom. then afterwards i mistaken the study for the washroom, holy crap. thank hell he was still sleeping when i walked into the study with my towel. i've been to his place a million times, i still can't get it right. you can't masquerade yourself as an intellectual freak when you walked into the study room with your towel and toothbrush all ready to attack the loo while looking quizzical and lost. that's a billboard for myriad stupidity. well, lack of sleep makes me uncharacteristicly dumb.
11:01 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
