if i ever get a girl i shall name her juliet

thank you for the message asshole

jules is arriving today so I'm stocking up on my hormonal impulses these past weeks. i can't help but being touched by someone growing up listening to Sonny n Cher. Mr Big wants to sleep over and I only know how to say when and where. I take him to a private dinning place cause privacy is underrated in this sin city. We smoke more than we eat, he drinks more than I smoke, I tell him about that I wanna kill myself 20times everyday and he tells me every second day is more common. This city has a poisonous vein that is running through my body, i feel toxic in a good way.

He wakes me up in the mid of the night with a hard surprise and I receive it happily although sleepy. Breakfast doesn't seem to be the most important meal of the day. I don't like to say good morning so I pretend to be asleep until I hear my door closes downstairs. Last time he didn't lock and I never felt safer in this city. Mister doesn't say much when I tell him about potential future husbands, he only looks at me with a look that tells me to go fuck myself or he will. Self-control, whats that?

my heritage itch

i don't care

i hear it. the sound of ending. no more kicking the old dirt. in with the new fresh soil. i can do it. just need to do it. stop bargaining banana. no more reminiscing, no more dreaming about smelling pillowcase a la 2010, the city will never change, i have to.

No more psychopaths, binge drinking and 5am kfc in 2012

Hello lovers and enemies!

I just finished watching American horror story season 1 and grandma is singing chinese opera in the living room. I got this urge to tell her that Im a hormonal teenager in sweatpants every time her food enters my stomach and I LIKE IT. Justin Bieber is squeaking All I want for xmas on my playlist and I wanna sleep with that evil ghost on that horror show. 2011, I know that I have been naughty this year but I also never laughed this hard or cried this deep so please forgive me and let me continuing being the fucktard I am. Let me sleep 8h per night, be peaceful, loved, hated, wanted and most importantly free. Thats all I want for myself in 2012. AND more surprise hugs from behind!

Happy New Year

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxo

I get no sleep

Its been more than a month back in Asia and I still don't feel like I live here. I wanna experience a normal day where you have breakfast at 7.30am and leave work at 5pm. Bed at 11pm would be a exotic experience as well. My few but good friends here make fun of me and says that my flat looks like a bachelors pad with empty san pellegrino glass bottles lying around. Thats the base of my food pyramid btw, bubble water. Once there were no water in the pipes and I desperately washed my hair with that water. I felt like a new age ghetto cleopatra.

I'm at the airport for the freaking million times again, flying to see my grandma for the new years eve. Im so tired I feel like I got no juice left. If I am hitting the wall let it be a glam one with green pebbles on it. I have always loved green pebbles.