Over dinner

Dinner for me, breakfast for most. That's what i'm waiting for here in Greenwich. Pizza for dinner. I eat before i go home so i can just sleep right after. What's the sense of talking about this? Nothing. Hence, the blog title. Actually i'm practicing independence---eating on my own. I'm short of cash right at the moment so i can't "live on my own." It's hard to get started when you don't have enough to spare for things to start with. I don't want to end up begging in the end. Who wants to beg? It's easy to find a place when you're ready. The important thing's the dough, really.

My lips are chapping. I never get the chance to apply lipgloss. I'm always on the rush when i wake up. One time my lower lip bled. I had colds then I was sneezing my nose out and I saw blood on the tissue. I thought it was dengue and I was dying. Until I noticed it came from my lip. Relief! hehe.

Alas! Here comes the pizza, after 5 years! Urgh! Well, it's food, it's not a good habit to complain over grace, right?

Yesterday i texted JK.

ME: ei, do u stil love me?
JK: Haayyy, emo questn 4 d wik. I do. I need 2 concentrate on my midterms now, miss drama queen..
ME: i love you too. ;-)

I'm complete. Oprah said never make a man complete you. That both of yo u are two different individuals. Never let a man know everything. A man will always be a man.

Whatever.