normal people are so hostile

its friday night and i'm getting ready.

to go to bed.

because i have work tomorrow.

at least big momma's bringing her meehoon goreng around tomorrow.

peebee's dropping by in a while for a hug and a short chat.

a drive-by kiss i call it.

i crave cake. chocolate cake. red velvet cupcake. cream cheese icing.

cake not available (unless you count the tupperwares of leftover cake from big momma's birthday from a month ago. yech) so i'm gonna sate myself with cereal.

been mulling over my future kids' names (ivf, sperm donor, no marriage) and i'm naming my kids zoe cranberry and mikael mudflap milkshake. no one steal it ok. then i can tell my kids "mummy got seduced with a cranberry milkshake laced with ghb. twice. shame on me." (i write all this sober)

*change of plans. we're starbucking it.

i added photos in the sidebar so that you can identify me in the event of my gruesome death. just kidding. dark, no? 2 out of 3 photos i credit to tater tot. the girl has an eye for my body parts.