Two sounds I dread to hear the most: my phone’s alarm going off (Britney Spears’ I Love Rock N Roll— the polyphonic version), and an Avaya beep (signalling that I have to put on my headset, un-mute my phone, deliver my spiel, and deal with some idiot Caucasian. I swear to God, I don’t get it— why call telesales, why even THINK of purchasing something over the phone when you damn well know you DON’T have a credit card?).

Ahem. Anger-be-gone.

Two sounds I love to hear the most: D knocking on my door at 10pm (Yay! He’s finally here!), and some non-idiot Caucasian with a bill to account voice telling me “I’d like to add a new line to my account/I’d like to set up an account.”

Two things I FUCKING HATE waking up to: my phone’s alarm, and hearing this fucktard from my building butcher Broadway songs with his nasal half-baritone half-tenor and blood-curdling vocal gymnastics.

Two things I love waking up to: D stretching and flexing (LOL) his biceps beside me and then watching him look around my studio before slinging an arm over my head to pull me in closer, and.. Oh what the hell. D. He twitches in his sleep! :cute:

Just two for today. I smuggled coffee out of the pantry to my workstation and now I’m dying for a cigarette.

Pacquiao won against Larios (OMG, did you guys see the tassles on Pacquiao’s shoes??? HILARIOUS. Like a village fiesta, or a Wright Park/Quiapo horse!), eTelecare lost against Infonxx. At a little past six pm, D sent me a message: “Hmp we lost”. Aww, poor baby. :(

I DIDN’T WATCH HIS GAME, BY THE WAY. Not because I had rather see Pacquiao beat the shit out of Chololo(ooo), but because I knew his girlfriend would be there, and because D did not volunteer the idea that I go fangirl over him.

Apparently, he did not “invite” me because I had sort of made it clear that watching a basketball game on a Sunday afternoon was far worse than, say, going to church. Which is true, to some extent.

Oh. And his girlfriend’s out of town. So.

I start channeling Mary-Kate Olsen TODAY. I eat more than a 6′3″ man, and I’m like, 5′2.5″. D and I had brunch at Shakey’s before his game and I had three pieces of chicken, two slices of pizza, and lots of mojos. All D had was pizza (the remaining 6 slices) and mojos. HELLO, CASTOR OIL.