OH HAIL GLORISM!: shing mooney

its 452am. im still up. its been a regular thing lately. and it isnt good. its cutting me off my social life because no one sleeps as late as i do. and by the time i wake up, everyones gone and off with their own agenda... busied by the motion of everyday life. what have i got left.. nothing, really. nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing.

so my weeks been filled with a lot of randomness. which i shall prove, with pictures later. i love my roomates. they're like my only friends now. haha, what tragedy, i know. like gloria, quit being melodramatic....but its true! they're the only ones i receive msges from and such. make sure im still breathing and well fed. justin feeds me well, i do his laundry and make sure he gets home safe as a tradeoff.. robert brings the wine home.. so see, it works out good. i dont know where the rest of my world has been. and its depressing, well, almost. im falling deep into this emotional rutcase. and i hate it. periods over girl, get over it and move on.

i mean, think about it gloria. i had a row with one of the retarded lifeguards, AGAIN, for the 10th billionth time earlier on during swimming. this time i blew up and made a hugeeee fuss about it. and i told the poor guy, who was so caught in between safra and the swim school and i to deal with it and sort it out somehow. and to be the messenger. poor chap. id rather die than to be in his position, having such a bitch to deal with. all the guilt tripping, and mind fucking. man, im getting darn good at this. and i know it. and it comes easy, thats the even scarier part of it all... but i love how id always get away with things like that all the time.

good thing is, im finally done with my cv. though i have a sick sick feeling that roberts right. i'm just gonna sit on it until something happens. but i shouldnt. i have WAYYY too many things on my to-buy list that its possible to not have a job. and i'm blaming ben entirely for this. if he didnt drag me for his pre abu dhabi shopping, he wouldnt have awaken the sleeping shopper in me. now that its up and roaring, theres nothing anyone can do to subdue it. and its badddd..trust me.. i know. its in me.

there was the curious case of Benjamin Button earlier on on tv. and man, it was like a remake of Forest Gump. or at the very least, left me with lingering feelings like how Forest Gump does. sigh, i need to get out to see the sun. this midlife crisis ordeal suddenly sneaked up on me and is overwhelming me from the inside out. bad, very very bad.

im done typing, getting tired. the pictures shall speak up for my randomness in my life of late. urgh, im trying to finish the bottle of chardonnay that robert left. aint a fantastic bottle. La Vignée Bourgogne. bleah. wine shouldnt be drunk alone. i need company.. :( someone call me out soon. im very very available.... :(