I feel insane.

I didn’t sleep last night.
I was in college cutting BOARDS AGAIN the WHOLE day. The trauma… i was *fucking* careful i can tell you that!
I *just* got home from college.
I have to do work *now*.
So i can layan Mary and The Slut.

Dear Lisha, No. I didn’t keep the piece from my finger… didn’t think of it at the time! Was too kan-cheong on whether to run to the doctor in the next road or to wait… 0_o

I have had so many wonderful sentences from the wonderful people in my life said to me after this incident:

“Hey i heard about your finger… were you drunk?” – Lisa
“How are you going to hold two glasses now Joyce?!” – MediumBen
“Oh now there’s less fairy to love… not like there was much fairy before anyway….” – Dave
“Guess you can’t hold your glass now, huh!” – Daddy

I pacified my poor spirit with a glass of white wine with Ashley yesterafternoon.
“Hrmm… do you think the alcohol will have a reaction with the medicine?”
“Well. She didn’t mention it wut… Should be okay la.”
“Well. Don’t think she expects me to drink in the afternoon… so she wouldn’t say it?”

oh yAAAAAAAA i hAVE TO mention this. As usual Ash thinks she’s a race car driver and gave me another MiniHeartAttack on the way to the doctor. Don’t get me wrong! i likE* fast cars, i love ’em. I just always get MiniHeartAttacks with Ash….
She swerved.
I gasped. Held my poor finger and said, “Shit i think you just made my finger bleed more. Shock.”

She laughed evilly and started bopping her head while driving.

Ashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevilashleyisevil…

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