Need. Xanax.

I wish quitting is just as easy as shoving up the resignation up their asses.

The new term has started, and I am still away from school. I have another week left, and I’m wishing for another extension cuz I really can’t be bothered anymore. I’m in a place where everyone just simply irritates the hell out of me with their selfishness and stupidity.

This is the period where getting back to work is as hard and painful as knowing that you are a hostage and you know you are gona be tied to the back of a truck and being pulled with your ass on the road.

At 180kmh.

I feel so sick about work that the feeling of doing something crazy about it is pumping through my head. Ahhh I wish I am rich enough to be able to do the ‘crazy things’ like last time. Stupid bond.

Stupid white power.

Party updates: the theme has now been changed to rock star instead of mafia. Whatever the theme may be, there are pros and cons. So I shall let that matter rest. Once we secure the location, everything should fall into place nicely. Then the food can be ordered, the invites could be out.

And I have to scrap the veiled hat and Chanel stockings idea. I’ll go with the Balmain look: acid washed ripped jeans, killer heels, glittery top and blazer. OR something to go with my brown leather bomber.

After a sickeningly long time of being immobile, I finally got to shop for a bit. At last Sunday’s flea market I got myself a minidress where I plan to add lots of pyramid studs on the waist.

And an adorable bracelet chock full and heavy with rock and roll charms from Mango which I had Mommy add some chains so that I can wear it as a necklace too.

Bah. Need xanax. Til later.