Diary

If you knew me, you'd be worried about me right now. This is how my day goes.

i could almost hear him thinking out loud, so that night at the party, i told him "she's happy with her boyfriend, so dont get your hopes up." and he said "She's a big girl, she knows what she's doing."

will i ever see paris? or peru? will i ever dance on ice and eat clouds? fall in love enough to make all other memories pale in comparison? become an aclaimed writer/designer/dancer/actress/talkshow host? have kids? adopt kids? paint my own kitchen wall? save the whales? hug a tree? teach my grandchildren my special brownie recipe?

Now here I faced the first two issues: 1.I do not like kids who act all cute when I know they're faking it 2. I cannot resist being challenged, and having a kid do it to me is just plain embarrassing

we got stuck in traffic, so Mariam bought a flag and i put on a funny hat with the flag's colours, and people started pointing and waving, we laughed and sang along to Ray Charles, and i realised it's been a long time since i was that happy.

We sniggered about the idea of us making out (though me rather half-heartedly), I went on tracing circles in the sand, and he went on saying "I don't get it! Why me?" I did not, of course, say: "Because you always go for a pair of breasts before checking for a head first!", but it was on my mind.

I've found myself a guy who can cook AND talk about fashion AND fight over who's sexier; Terrence Howard or Don Cheadle (I'd have to go for Terrence, those eyes! those tear-filled smokey eyes! Oh Lord!)

once again, God is cracking up at me

http://diaryofadeskgirl.wordpress.com/2010/01/13/it%E2%80%99s-good-to-be...

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I hate my birthdays.

Day Three: found myself scratching my arm like a crack addict when my friend lit her cigarette next to me. Made her blow smoke my way so that I could inhale some of it.

If you’re in a family where two out of three will climb on a chair and scream at the cockroach below, someone has to step down and kill it with a slipper. That someone is usually me.