Did much roaming around the foreign entity known as Suntec with Sam and Pierre before he leaves for France for 19 days.

Bolt was watched. Survived the weirdness that be 3-D. Forced Sam to decide where we would eat [meaning me and Pierre, not Sam at all] through such nefarious means as scissors paper stone.

Sam does not understand the concept of awkwardness.

Made several dirty jokes that basically went right over little gangster Sam's head.

Thank you Pierre, for leading my mind to the image of Santa being distilled in a chem lab. Because we all know that Christmas Coffee = Essence of Santa.

More roaming.

Me and Pierre making a futile attempt to find Jeremy Sheldon's book. Then giving up on that and concentrating on things that could relate to his life instead.

Then there was leaving and hugging at train stations and smiling on the train after.

It was a good day. I'll miss them.


Alleged plans for New Year's that involve escaping my family and staying out all night simply to roam. I need this to happen.


So there is just something in the water lately. Attention is a weird thing to get after 15 years.

Surreal. Maybe it's my sudden working of teh skirtz. I totally wore my plaid one today hell yeah. Ngl felt qt/fierce. Dnw jeans anymore. Except for tomorrow because it is my Stalker Wednesday with my very own fo fadia and we need jeans to blend into borders. Yes. I declare it to be so.


RARH GODDAMN SO CONFUSED I DON'T KNOW. I really don't think it's in my head. Yeah it was all fuq u then but now I'm confused again.