I'm Not That Keen

Jul 19, 2006 01:00

Oh! Just when I planned that I would go strait home after
I get dismissed at 17h50... I ended up spending glorious hours
in the mall doing nothing but swipe, chew, and cuss.

Now my ebony trench will come to storage because I got myself a new one. In this 36 degree weather there is one willing to make Manila look as if it had an average daily temperature of 10 degrees.
Now I could do my plans on being Rick Blaine in Casablanca minus the fedora. Too bad that Brazil Brazil resto at the Powerplant was an only buffet eatery...the bbq's look good. And then I go again, just because Brazilian people are hot and good looking, should their food be good as well? Goodlooking people= good food.
Must avoid Rockwell. It's either I go mad at the grocery on junk foods and stuff or I go mad at the 2nd-4th levels.

Guilty pleasures runnin...I got into a bit of Last Song Syndrome thanks to Arol ...I can't help but sing "Stars Are Blind."

And thanks to someone... I am seriously having an image of a red and white panda with breasts on my mind (and really long claws/ paws).
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