Wednesday, February 09, 2005 // 11:20 PM

i woke up to tori amos playing inside my dream. by the woods by the woods by the woods by the woods. moses has an eight-ball, i WANT. freaking cool and perfect for someone who decides things the way i do; that is, by flipping coins and playing scissors-paper-stone.

cny's not bad this time, we joke over mahjong and laugh at awful chinese b-grade movies on tv. i'm surprisingly social, severely under-dressed for this society. remind me to Think Formal next year, though you probably won't catch me in a cheong-sam or one of those tiny skirts that mabel and steph were wearing. ive gained weight and am unhappy about it, my love-hate relationship with the bengawan solo sugees takes another sour turn.

im disilusioned with the state of things too. bad tv, like people going into fits over jokes that are just completely un-funny. am i missing something here? i want to watch simpsons! instead of hearing kevin talk about it, some one give me a year's subscription of scv please.

im sorry how bad this sounds, but i really want to shop. i want to buy the green skirt from poa, and a bag, and sneaky sneakers. hurhur. i am going to be so freaking miserable after this holiday flies by.

the older i grow the more i dont want to. i wont call you the best time of my life, but. we'll just have to see how Life goes, do we not? looking in the mirror today, i suddenly thought about how i want to learn dance. hello wherefore art thou hiphop lessons that never happened.

esther says, he's so friggin long, which cracks me right up.