not the brightest crayon in the box
peek-a-boo.
i seriously think i’m addicted to shopping. noose is playing in the background, and its increasingly distracting and annoying. i need to stop buying things till i get a job dammit. i hope dan doesn’t read this, he’s soooo gonna nag.
dins was mini steamboat at pp. $5.50 comes with random ‘liao’ and a few slices of shabu shabu pork. mmmmmm. shabu shabu pork, best shiatz ever.
i want to make something, like seriously make something from scratch, may it be baking, sewing, painting. just something. must be the industrious soul in my screaming out for help after the last whole month of bumming around. a tote bag/bananabread/kisslockpurse. whatever it is, i need to do something (!!!!).
frustrated.
why do people lose interest in things/people so easily? why do humans have wandering hearts and eyes. is it the fact that we think that we deserve better? or the fact that we tire of things/people that we own/conquer. i’m not one to preach, i’m just wondering why.
xoxo. g’night.
