Red blooded woman

days....pass already!

So much to whine abt and so little time..i ll try to fit in as much cribbing as i can here.First off,that dumb journalist is givin me attitude or maybe he s givin me something else...i just cant get wat it is .He prolly thinks he s the only person who works...msged him,even called him(caught him at chow time)..cudnt call him back so smsed him but i shud ve known its goin to b a waste.Doesnt understand that unlike the time when he was alone i have other ppl in the family to look after.

Ppl can b so inscrutable-If they see u sittin down doin ur own thing they say u re lazy,if they see u cleaning up & taking care of things to perfection,they think u re tryin too hard to impress.
Y cant work just b work.

I always have bad luck with South Indian men.Either that or they re all just a bunch of pervs.Miko help me out here:) Just when u thought the hoard of tenants living in the building r getting decent they name call u and completely put u off.What does one do?This one(Read I)mouthed a swear word.they can prolly lip read coz i didnt say it out loud but shut them up...for now at least.

Now that the whining's over.....Relearned the art of french kissing from JLT.Dont think i goin to b needing it for a very long time.Nothin wrong with staying informed though,right?Also read the Big Ben issue....the mags gotten boring-just read his articles and thats it.Will read the whole thing when i have the time...like now.

Curtains done....ticket bookings to b done and confirmed;ppl to b accomodated;Ppl's sisters' boyfriend to b accomodated;Wedding song list to b edited;Packing left...




Its raining.Croak croak....croak croak...no frogs.thats just me.