I know I said I wouldn’t go shopping. Lalalala, the day I said that, I ended up in Gateway— for necessities, though. Stuff like toiletries (bahtroom tissue, pantyliners, toothpaste, razors etc) and groceries (coffee and cigarettes). And, umm, new earrings.

Then the other day, I found myself at Debenhams purchasing a box of denier 15 tights in black worth almost what I make in one working day. So in working class Third World words— overpriced stockings. Five pairs of them. Sosyalan!

It’s the Mary-Kate Olsen wannabe in me.

I came home a happy nearly-broke bunny with more new earrings, three new pairs of panties, two new books, and diet pills. MK, I will be a half-assed Asian version of yooou!

Twice now, I have willingly given up the chance to meet up with Surfer Boy. Rather, twice now, I have chosen D over Surfer Boy. Thursday night, he had invited Aa and I to Zambapalooza— an event organized by the Manila Surfer’s Association. I accidentally told D and he pulled a “partying and boys again???” line on me.

So I ended up at D’s place instead of 6 Underground that night. I had work, but decided to screw the first half of my shift. Umm, yes. <3<3<3

He makes me happy.

And it’s not just about sex. :)