i got a good 10 minutes of nagging from my mother this morning for consuming 50-plus worth of cell phone credits in about the same duration as the nagging.
hi, i'd like to introduce myself. i'm Miserable. you can also call me bored.
for the past two days i've done nothing except sulk in my blogger account for whole afternoons and widen my ass on the swivel chair. my eyeballs are growing veins. (the monitor is the most beautiful thing in the world...)
i cannot beleive i am still not over the band thing, and i better stop talking about it before i ended up bitching about tghe whole goddamn thing again. i hate how the freaking thing comes up in my head every now and then. o.a na lagi ko oi...samok... pwede'g undangan? why am i so not over it? haller, that was 1979, get a life, they're happy why can't you be? (because misery loves company and i hate the way it just slipped out of their lives...just like that.)
STOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP iiiiiiiiiiiiTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Plus last night i received a puke-inducing news flash. miss-called everyone. russ responded. hey, why don't i call him? (um, you've got limited load, miss...) the fuck i care.
a friend's voice does make one feel lighter. i think i shall call yen next? vera's fone is busted, if i remember right. or is it not? will try. liyow? tiff? i don't know why i don't want to talk to joan or owen anymore. will not. can't reach jessa yet either.
so that's equal to... four nagging sessions.
can i just call collect?
