Mr. killer cab driver struck tonight, driving while talking on the phone using headset, and then attempting to write on a newspaper while still on the road. swerve swerve swerve, nearly hit a truck, clang against the railing, scraping a motorcycle, about 120 km/h later, im at my block, safe but shaken. all i want is to be safe, i told the driver. he just smiled. like that's supposed to mean something.
the horror.
watching way too much dvds already, i have to stop. im pretty much an addict now, that's not a good thing. couch potato is not something i would want to list on my resume.
im not getting the job. im not disappointed and that's funny. i guess i already knew i cannot do it. sales is not my forte and that i shall not pursue. kind interviewers and i started talking about career paths and choices instead, with them convincing me to follow what i want to be because im passionate about it. and it shows, so they say. bye bye now good people.
i hope it'll stick.
indesicive is an apt word to describe me.
im actually looking forward to tomoro, despite the lack of moolah. i tink it's just meeting them and him because i havent done that in a long while. oh shut up, i just miss everyone okay.
how is it that one becomes so jaded in such a short while,
a question that keeps poking at me.
ive been given a task. to help, and i havent achieve it.
im not sure how im gonna go about doing this but i think it can be done. right?
hello my treacherous friends.
playtime's over.
b has short fringe. okay, i dunno why im thinking about that.