rode a fast car lately which berth says that tall thing behind is so ugly. yup. she meant the spoiler. almost broke my neck with each brake he tapped on the road. my neck felt for worse. but the cruise was good. the drive was good. the car is a monster. of cos the driver that i can't make myself say what he is. ok. a guy. that's all.

there is something wrong with the way i wear my shoes. my heels are wearing off so fast that i might skid the next time i walk. good bye to my feet and time to fly high by...

i hate drinking... i hate the taste of alcohol in my mouth and on my tongue. i hate that sense of levitation and that rough ride out into the sunlight the next morning i open my peepers. ooh... i hate it when my head goes round and round... and my stomach is right in my mouth.

i mux think rationally...

some guy said i looked nice minus that height factor... look! heads up and don't look further. i'd look my best always... stop staring down my head... good news... you can always see over my head, who's behind... what's new... love's bored and life's bloomed..

wonder where will i go this week...

mummy's outta town till friday... home with a pitbull who's gon rip me inside out...
what a life...

reminds me.. never ask berth what car is it... cos she will tell ya...
A SILVER CAR!