and then i thought, no

this is dreadful.
by the end of this entry my decision to break up with chernie would have become officiated, and i would be back on this unforgiving market of frenzied dating and uncontained sexuality. (read: lover who is potent and not insensibly insane)
that man i saw on the tv and in the magazines. who once left me in buttered chuckles just passin' me on the streets.. and that man in the poster whom i once pointed out to and said to myself "i want". he was mine.
i thought it might be time to let you go, just so that i could see if you would come back. whatever this sick sad reality would bring me i'm not ready to know. not for now at the very least.
only thing im wishing now is that i could get our picture back.

remember 080808?

hugsandwishes,

baby T

X

we act as though they don't exist

i swear i could almost hear my mind say

" listen to your heart on this. don't trust me "

it's like my head and my heart could finally communicate in peace. it feels as though i am finally at ease with myself cos' my brain just spoke to me in foreign tongue.

leave me don't go

for the first time in a long time i am starting to feel again the long-lost undated thrill of a monthly haircut. this is going to be The Haircut of my life. colossal transformation expected. yes its haircut day.

head's jello, epidermal surges like them bumpy flutters, hands so cold with my stomach twistin' like bugs in a churn. psyched enough for a day? someone say amen. Nothing very much to do with my neurotic mane-crazed compulsions. i am just in need of a change. Purely, now, for psychological reasons.

trust my shrinking butt, don't trust my smile.
well not for today, but maybe tomorrow.

:)

i kissed a girl and i liked it too

heaven forbid me but i woke up from my inadvertently insufficient 3-hour slumber this morning to thoughts of Katy Perry and "i kissed a girl" playing in my head.


specifically, lollipop lesbians only. i'm wholesomely un-gay

ive got a plan about having my next post concern a europe holiday.

Ry: so how's the bf

Tia: the truth is, we're good.

the lie is.. we're perfect.

i remember wanting to talk about this before.

i want..

1. a pink YoguBliss with berry toppings, Medium
2. a can of Jumpies, Chicken Flavoured.
3. my temporarily incarcerated sexy new mobile. (ANDRE. HELLO)
4. my fucking job (that i so badly miss) back

earlier today, bebechern hadta listen to me rant about my strange, strange sunday for almost an hour.

it wasn't the back massage.
it wasn't his kissing me.
it wasn't his trying to please me with ice-cream;
and it def wasn' his adulatory idolization of Jessica Alba and her mythical boobs and publicly holding a magazine up to his face just so that he could kiss her on the cover that makes me think he's so adorable.

but it was discovering his telephonic willingness with listening to my appropriately unromantic ranting of what has been happening to me this whole weekend he's been away. this made my heart smile the rest of its day away. i was suddenly feeling again like the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.

random. but i'd give my bebechern's left nut to do Mila Kunis.

You heard me. i likez

ian says:

i

will

be

there

to

break

your

fall

cos

i'm

already

at

the

bottom.

so fall on me, okay?