the fairy has malibu whilst she waits….
I’m all dressed up waiting for the slut to come pick me up for the Salem something party at Zouk now.
I think we’re late…. -_-
Well.
It’s not the girl’s fault this time!
The reality of starting to work is hitting me.
I tried on my slacks this morning. And they don’t fit anymore. No surprise since i barely wear them anyway. So i panicked. And wore all black for the interview this morning.
“i don’t know what to wear tomorrow for the interview…”
“friend. It’s damn late. Go to sleep. And you want to worry about what to wear?!”
“hmph.”
I was in 1U with Ash today. I started scouting for work clothes.
I don’t want to!
I know so many ppl my age are ecstatic to grow up… but i’m in no hurry.
I will never be able to go back to this safe world where i don’t have to worry about money.
I will suddenly start to plan out my working timeline and what i will be in 3 years… in 5 years… in 10 years…
I still want to be Daddy’s little girl.
And be allowed to cry when i’m feeling shitty.
Better yet. Be seven again.
I’m starting to get obsessed about this.
*gulps down more malibu*
hah Joyce. You’re not the only one. Growing up is scary for me. I’m moody just by thinking about it. DAMN!
i wanna be a toys ‘r’ us kid! (jingle)
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