Take me to the place I love, take me all the way

[she is| tired]
[she sings| Under The Bridge - All Saints]


I've had better mornings, really.

And I've had better PE classes. Table tennis, I'm already learning to manage without looking like a total drip. It's just so difficult to work with game officials & scorers who're married to their mobile phones. Fuck you, what do you mean I have to keep track of my own score?!

If I wasn't on probation, I'd have brained them with a racket. Or throw them on one of the tables, pull off a Jeff Hardy & hit a moonsault. Okay, I can't even do a back flip on land, so maybe a sloppy banzai, bitch!! would do. I'm having fun, can you tell?

Speaking of anger management issues...

Earlier this evening--

What I Really Wanted to Say: Leche ka ang kapal din naman ng mukha mong tawagan ako matapos ng pinagsasabi mo sa kin... anong sorry?? Sorry mo pwet mo!

What I Ended Up Saying: Uy, sorry na. Ano ba kailangan ko gawin para hindi ka na tampo sa kin? Huuuy...


All I can say is that if you're going to repay all your utang through chocolate, you're gonna need more than the whole aisle. ;p