I got Sean covey's national bestseller loose on my fingers. I thought of taking a wager, for an admission of destroying my befuddlement. Should i buy it? What if it doesn't fulfill this hole? Should i permitt myself to revenue neutral instead? I was 3 steps away to owning it.

After an hour of procrastination, I bought it. (Including various comments from the people around me.) It is currently indispensable like a personal journal. I did more nerdy-shopping too. This month's national geographic issue. Dough and clay for work. SO happy.

12.36 a.m, drafting backwards.

-I am pissed at myself. That my simple act of idiocy led to cappuccino splattered on every angle of my new books. In the cab. Where the driver divulged me in deep polictics to land recreation. When a Honda slapped a medium stretch of friction against the cab. Then the routine of bloke dismayed interaction occurred so that's when my starbucks sank to oblivion. Now i couldn't tear open my caffaine-glued pages.
I came from town. The foreign yet familiar destination. When was the last time? God. Like Trina said, we must hang-out more. Scrap that. Its the female comfort that wraps us in a never-ending circle.

Anyway, here's a question, Are you Girlfriend/Boyfriend centered? If you are, you're unattractive. Go figure.