Good morning! Well, I was hoping for a great morning, today wasn’t that exciting as I thought it would be. I feel so shallow, empty and some other emotions I can’t even—-whatever. This ought to be one of my “personal” sharing of sappy-slash-bitter sentiments (or could this be the first? :D) Shall we start by having a little run-through of the events that took place yesterday? Yes. Nahhh! I have no intentions (whatsoever) in giving out even the obvious details but nonetheless a little safe recap will be just fine or not? 

                      I get to be wear my platforms yesterday! Walking the walk wasn’t that difficult and I plan to buy some more. Basically, I only had one subject the whole morning wherein we discussed the variations of liquor and their origins. It was fun and a little disturbing, the first reporter from the group discourse about cocktails and the peculiar, perverted names people give to some cocktails. Would you even want to taste a “Sweet Tight Pussy” or even worse “The Pope’s Penis” Hell to the No—-Please Brotha! 

                      I don’t understand why the TAB button is not cooperating with me. Anyhow, here comes the part that totally pissed me off—this mainly includes my running nose, the number of times I had to secure my bra strap and 3 or was 4 consecutive earthquakes that happened during lunch time while I was busy waiting for Sherlock. Yes, I was waiting for Holmes. I had to meet up with him again, I had something planned for Sherlock’s Special Day but the devil inside me opted not to push through with the premeditated surprise. It was rather one of my loophole to another rejected wishes. I know I’m crazy but I really don’t care, it’s my prerogative but why does it have to always hurt like this? Fuck this.

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