Double A called me up while I was in the loo (which is MILES away from where my butt rests.) Finally, he got the offer letter for Masters. Said I was the 1st person to know. Herm, tell me what should I feel. The best part is, he mentioned about �hunting� me down on the registration day. I NEED A PLASTIC SURGERY ASAP! Shit! This is traumatizing! I shouldn�t have talked to him at the first place. Damn! Damn! Damn! I�m doomed! What should I do to this guy? Put a hole to his head?

Z wants to see me tomorrow. Should I jus shove him another lame excuse? How 'bout..�Oooooww� I am soooo sorry. My goldfish was admitted to the hospital. Another series of cardiac arrest!� *grab a stalk of daisy*. Should I�should not�should I�should not������.
Maybe I�ll give him a chance. Anim is gonna accompany me tho. Another crisis, but I love each and every bit of them. ;) Should I dress shabbily? Can�t afford to receive the �aftermath�-- calls and messages. Yuck! Life is complicated but great! Okay, lets see, if the meeting doesn�t send me gagging for air, I�ll consider his next invitation, or else, �Sorry baby, you won�t be seeing my face for another 3 years�. Call me ruthless but a girl should do what a girl should do...heck!

Andy is on Klue�s front page. Ey, the baby in that Diapers commercial looks like the baby version of Andy, don�t u think? Hafta cough out another extra buck for Klue now. Don�t mind tho. The pages are still colorful. No typical A4-zerox-paper surface. The cost of printing is at the top to consider. Cheee� now I�m talking like a newspaper company slave.

Shit! It�s Druid, that I-need-to-look-down-on-ya-because-I-am-the-BESTEST jackass. He�s back! Yep! B.A.C.K! Okay, I should shut the fuck up now. Don�t want to tire myself over trivial stuff. My brain is slowwww��