1. Up until February, for the past…oh, six years, all I needed to do to have a cigarette was to take a few steps away from my bed or out of my room. Now, I travel a minimum of half an hour just to get my nicotine fix.
This isn’t very funny.
2. I notice that whenever people tell me how hot or sexy or gorgeous I am, my initial reaction is to bleat at them (and no, it’s not false modesty nor am I being coy).
I should stop with the bleating, really, and just learn to shut up (like a good woman) and say “thank you”. I mean, it’s not like there’s anything more to me than that. It’s not like I have anything else going on for me. I’m not intellectually brilliant or anything.
Heh.
3. I’ve been in Katipunan since Friday, “working”, needing to complete several designs and templates and sites before Tuesday noon. Tuesday noon! I am stressed and nervous and I feel like I’m about to disintegrate because I really want this. I miss my cat and my boyfriend.
I wanna get my baby a cat tree.
















Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 





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