Confessions

i have a confession to make...

for the past 3 months or so i haven't been going out... out to town to walk walk and talk cock.. enjoy myself wif frenz (hmm..)....

i've been recluse, a hermit.... i have this strong urge to get a bunch of cats and be a spinster... i dunno i just don't have the mood to go out and ppl nvr ask me out (unless they have a personal crisis or they just broke up, just so happens to be a recurring theme in my life)... most of the time i end up going to Cold Storage and spend crazy amounts of money on groceries... note to self: stop buying groceries.. moving on... or books buying books!

wat exactly have i turned into? i have become such an anti social bitch.. am i really? a bitch that is... really i think i am...thats not the way to rise up the social rank is it? or maybe i'm not outgoing enuff.. lotsa ppl have asked me to go clubbing but nah i said... clubbing is so noisy and crowded.. why would i want to go there and get drunk in public? wen i could do it the comfort of my own home (not that i drink but if i should drink that is wat i would do).. instead of making a fool of myself in public... Clubbing just not my cup of tea.. by tea i mean Ginger tea please, it releases internal gas which is not for you. farting and all that....

bah actually i wanted to write summore but then the stuff that i was about to write about would paint me as a desperate attention seeking whore... okay a more desperate attention seeking whore than i already am.. and also it would offend quite number of ppl.. so there...

go sleep already...