Because I'm Sulky These Days

nasty naz always gets annoyed when we're out shopping. coz she always has to force me to buy the things that i like. i'm what they call a 'difficult' shopper. it's not that i'm terribly choosy. it's just that i'll take my time deciding whether to make a purchase. see, i'm anal with spending my money like that. there's a reason why i'm like that. my momma is my direct opposite. she gets easily con and persuaded. you just gotta say things she wanna hear and you've got her, hook line and sinker. she blew 800bucks on a Dior handbag today for a friend and i haven't got anything to say.

just like when i didn't have anything to say two days ago: i asked her for a new pair of jeans and she refused to buy them for me because money is tight. but the very next day she came back with a Levis paperbag. in it, a pair of jeans her size. out of respect i kept my mouth shut. my momma is the reason why i never had a fetish for snazzy fancy stuff. i'm a whore for marlboros, she's a whore for luxury goods. and we're still whores even when the money's tight.

my situation is like how one author Tom Robbins describes the weather; you either celebrate it when it's to your liking or ignore it when it's being such a bitchass to you.

i haven't seen ferre around for days now. i'm starting to despair. there are lesser and lesser things to get happy about these days. i need sleep.