randomrandomrandom because it's four a.m. and i'm still awake and sabaw

it's all good when i'm not with you. but every time you're near and i get a whiff of your pheromones, i die. it's like getting high minus the risk of going to jail and the respiratory disease. every time you hug me--when you cuddle like a panda and i fit just perfectly in your arms--i am at my weakest, inhaling you like the air in QC (not entirely healthy nor clean, but familiar and comforting).

and on this note, i must say, you are:
*a cigarette on a chilly night
*a good book on a sunday
*a bar of chocolate during PMS
*noodle soup on a rainy day
*a TV marathon on a lazy day
*my mangga and asin-with-sili, NYFD fries, and milkshake ALL-IN-ONE

i love you most when i don't have to try too hard. because i know i do. and it's tiresome and stressful. and when i don't it feels like three in the morning when everything's simple and quiet and the internet connection is at it's fastest. i love you like a hundred thousand times over my DSL speed. i love you even when I hate you. and I hate you a lot. and I don't care how long this would last. i love you because I want to.

my father just asked me for my school records

WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?!

I am not going back to school next semester. I am going to get a job. I need money! I hate college. What do I need a college degree for?! A career?! You've got to be kidding me. Why would I want that?!

Update: C's getting his own place in QC. Yay!

I hate the south. I want to go back up north! I want my own place in QC too!

I need a home-based job aside from my part-time. I need to save up!

This post contains too many exclamation points. ARRGGGHHHH!!!