Finally. Someone to think about when I open my closet every morning. Someone to dress up for in the office. Wohoooo!
But wait! There's more!
Saint Peter nearly welcomed me to enter his pearly gates early this morning after a sleek black, super tinted car swooped past me inside the office car drive. If I was not in a hurry, I would have charged off the hotshot driver when he/she got off the car and would feel my wrath at nearly killing me. I was like, "WTF Mothereffer!" But instead, I just went straight to the garden cafe and bought my stick and waited for the driver to pass by, mark his or her face and hate him her forever.
Imagine to my surprise when I found out who it was. It was the one and only CALVIN KLINE. The most handsomest perfect human being in my whole planet. When God gave away his gifts of Gorgeousness and Hotness, he got fully blasted! And I said, "oh my god, its CALVIN KLINE. I will let him get away with this. But why is he here?" (talking to myself of course).
But in the afternoon, we saw each other and I bombast ed him with my accusation. He apologized and got a table with me. Its so nice, we talked nonsense till I got home.
Inspiration guaranteed.
Aaaaaaah.
One of the things I love most on a Sunday afternoon.
But maybe a bit too much of indulgence because last night was like the end of the world for my skull.
It felt like it was being stomped on my an elephant!
Too much cholesterol and no sweets!
Plus lying down while reading!
Too much cholesterol and no sweets!
Plus lying down while reading!
Its happening again. Were like how we were again ( for the billionth time). The cold shoulder, the no replies, and weeks on end without being there. It hurts to know that this never ending cycle of crushing pain exist between me and him.
The worst part is....I am the only one who feels it.
Had lunch with Altea and Gino earlier.
Tis' the only pick I have. We used my phone as a mirror since I told him he looked older.
Whadoya think?
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