I Bleed Tears.Since my Army Boy is in the third world still, he owes me a Happy Valentine's Day. No less.
Even though he sent me an Eternal Love Bouquet. (But I secretly prefer the Genuine Love Bouquet he sent last year because it was twice the size.)
You remember how I FUCKING AS HELL HATED my job at Lloyd Wise? Well, I found love and warmth at The Highlander. If I was filthy rich, I'd work there forever. Of course, I know you can't waitress for life, but I like it there and I'll be there till I decide to hate it.
Wednesday nights are for The Arena and Friday nights are for MOS.
I love life.
By the way, my colleague, Laura Jayne Pearson's father is the CEO of Lifebrandz. Lifebrandz owns The Cannery and its tenents. So basically we can be on the guestlist of any party happening at The Cannery.
Again, I love life.
I'll put up some pictures to depict my very delightful life at The Highlander soon. That is, when I decide you're worth it.
I've been having a few bouts of diarrhoea. But I haven't been eating much. I think my wish has finally been granted. The wish I made a year ago about how I want to be allergic to oil and fat. My prayer's been granted.
I only hope it will last.
I'm not foolish, I just want to be thin.
Lace, I hope you have fun at your next
eat-all-you-can buffet.
