Sunday, January 11, 2009
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Money, something which everything revolves around, has proved to be indeed scary. It reveals, too much, the side of someone you don't normally see, or you think you see but you cease to believe till it happens right in front of your eyes. I'm booking in again tonight, things don't seem anywhere on the brighter tone. It just gets worse every week. This week's motion was about the future education and how insecure an old woman was, being so afraid that all her money will be squandered away leaving her with none to wipe her derriere with. Things don't go as planned, back turned against each other, devils trying to be saints cooking up stories yet trying to act as though he treasure his every friends. Yeah man, what a saint. Tony's award for you as best actor. (Read: Actress, you gay bitch)
Vivienne has officially ruptured; part of the leather tore. I need a new wallet, anyone? Oh, and Gucci says bye. He found a new owner who could take better care of him. That's the world ain't it? Footsteps everywhere cos people come and go.
Having a sense of control is so important, yet coincidentally that's what I lack so much. I'm so condemned.
One day, just one day, I'll leave my footprints in the sand, such that prints made are not of depth, and can be easily erased. Alas! Then people will understand that all beauty n joy is ephemeral.
Are You Ga(me)?, 6:26 PM.
