Am a Yuppy.

So Azah religiously calls me a yuppy. Because of the following:
1. I go to Starbucks for internet connection.
2. I enrolled myself into Clark Hatch.

Well, Azah honey, for item #1, I wouldn't drag my by-default-tanned-ass to Starbux if I had Streamyx at home, like you do. Soon. I will have crummy Streamyx at home. Wireless, mind you.

For item #2, I'm lembik. I'm wrapped in cellulite. I've got zilch stamina. My metabolic rate is below sea level (#$%^&* ???). ---> Notice the negative vibe I'm projecting? Sick.
Dude, if it can make me feel better, boost my Self Esteem, what the heck? So, OK. You might say that "I'm not loving myself enough" etc. Love who you are! Love what you have! Enuff already! Got the point. It's my money. I'll do what I want with it. So, scram!


Oh well, am a cranky today.

Am a not in good mood.

Am a talking gibberish.

Am a liking this.


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Still waiting for Alep. Where is she? I need to pee.