when dearerin tells me to revert the eyes and stop staring, i cannot help thinking about how stalker-ish i was. then she said the things i dont really want to hear. it can never and will never happen. oh well.
if things go like how you want it to then the world would be popping out rainbows and moolah everyday; like you're living in barbieworld: the millionaire edition. it's quite deranged actually, just thinking them when i think the momentum is lost and interest is far from what we're both reaching for. random is when we're talking about thin legs and a stranger's penis dearerin. oh how i miss you too.
transformation is key when talks about changing one's image surfaced. of being, and actually being; which one is of choice. so this is what half mid-life crisis tastes like. how sour the touch. how feverish the sound.
the second shift was fun tonight. minus the added alcohol and erm, old new friends, it all came to a very sweet comforting end. in that particularly short end, we all knew who is actually needed. too bad mr click-click was left behind. i hope he liked it all.
on a different note, nothing says adulthood then getting your first happymeal complete with stickers and a hotpink racing car, Hah. on a midnight-flyover-superheroes meeting somemore. phwoar.