You've always rubbed me the wrong way. I'm sorry we were ever friends.
my heart actually burned when i saw that godforsaken face at starbucks just now. like really burn BURN, ballz. like a sudden tightness in the chest and for a coupla minutes i couldn't breathe properly. like i ran the 2.4km with these smoker lungs of mine non-stop. he was with the rest of the roxy badut central, of coz, hanging out and cracking gay ass jokes. what else is new? they are a predictable bunch. and i guess he wasn't expecting to see me there. i didn't expected to see him there, too, ok. i would have thought they'd be cooling their asses over at coffee bean coz that's like their territory or something.

well, it was cool to see kenny again though, despite everything that had happened. he's still his gay ass self, saying gay ass things like, "eh harm my girlfriend has the same pants as yours" with his trademark deadpan expression. gee, kenny, thanks, i know i'm mediocre. no gigs for them this few months since the beloved bassist is doing his internship. poor kenny! with all that money, quit school and play stocks sudah! wah, but when i saw their drummer ar! all the mean things he said to me during raya just came flooding back into my mind and i couldn't maintain. got myself so angry. i think that was the cause of the heart burn. what a forefucka! and you know what really bugs me? he still has the ability to make me hate him. coz if you're really gonna cut ties with somebody, you shoudn't be having any feelings for the person. and hate is still a feeling. mondo nonok kia annoying! sometimes i wish he would just fall off the edge of this earth and not heard from ever again. and that face! need a tight slap from me, ballz.

on a more positive note!
i went smoking with two of my comrades at the back of the parkway building and there were two dudes smoking as well. they look like they were in their late 20s or early 30s, thereabouts. they look like they could have been ex-cons or part of a gang or something. at first i wasn't really paying attention to them till i was spacing out, looking in the direction of one of them, who was crouching down, back leaning against a wall. and BOY! he was to die-for okay! if dave ghrol and anthony keidis ever had a bastard child it would have been this ex-con lookalikey. he had anthony's hair and brows, dave's facial bone structure and dave's sinewy tattoted drummer arms. geezus! i was salivating. SALIVATING, my friends. right then and there i was thinking how i won't mind if i had this dude as my sugar daddy or boomin granny. he had to be at least a decade older than me. now that i think about it, this dude deserve to be called my boomin granny rather than my current boomin granny. my current boomin granny is only five years older than me. whoa! papi, you're so fine. where can i sign up to be yo lolita? heh heh.

da let me take a listen to ted leo just now and i think he's good. gonna have her burn me his album. and atchoo: i finally got to listen to bright eyes. he's very dashboard confessional minus the muted black flag. very dour that's all i can say. not my cuppa.