Sunday, July 30, 2006

The Day Blackathy Got Laid

I mean... Got Lowered.


The weather was terrible.


Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot!



Then plus the traffic. Made me so dulan.



After figuring for one whole day, Captain Jack Sparrow still can't figure to insert the disc into the CD player.



This evening I felt so blue.


The traffic jam back home was horrible. Cars were knocking into each other yet no one got off. All because they want to get home as soon as possible. And the stupid buses were horning. I wonder if those drivers were deaf.



Captain Jack Sparrow gives a new meaning to 'upskirt'.


Not only I have to beat the traffic, I have to race against time. To pick Gerrie up from work. It's really disappointing just to see her for less than 15 minutes. And we wouldn't have much time for the next 2 weeks.


Then my phone kept ringing like as if the world's going to collapse without me. Shucks.





There are at least 2 assignments due this week. So screwed.


And there's work tomorrow. And school.


Can life get any more miserable?




Blackathy, 10:57 PM

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