yesterday was a good day. i wrote my troubles down on paper, folded it in half and kept it somewhere secret. then i rocked the world with my creative ideas and not-so-trusty old mac. when i was done with rockin the creative world, i was whisked off to coffee hut to enjoy the company of good ol SS and LSN. CC and F joined as well. then again, abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz was probably at coffee hut too but since i didn't know them i didn't give a shit. i rocked there. we played cluedo. i rocked there as well. supposed to go hang with A and play dota with him at about 11 but i got carried away with cluedo. i didn't rock that much then. my sincerest apologies.

to my dearest Sandy Girl: i will marry you when hell freezes over, satan slips on the ice and breaks his head while accidentally kneeing god in the nuts, which resulted in the latter-person howling in so much pain he created flying pigs to shit all over the world and kill everyone except you and me. even then, i'll still have to decide which is worse, an eternity with you or shooting myself in the eye.

kidding, i ain't that mean. i'll marry you when if i'm still single by 60 okay?