PUNK ROCK HOT GUY

Went to Starbucks today and lo and behold, I see hotness. Mr. Hot was working today. I tried not to look or smile or walk close because well...did you see my hair today? I let it go au naturel. Kind of. I straightened it. haha. But its still big. I swear I have the thickest hair ever. Especially for a Filipino. Its so thick, things could get lost in it. Once I lost a ponytail in it. And another time I lost a pencil. Its a black hole. What comes in, does not come out. It will eat you. And you haven't even seen it in its curly thickness yet. Anyway, back to Mr. Hot. He looks like he plucks his eyebrows. They're so neat-looking. And his face is so clear. And he's so lean. Maybe he's gay. He just seems so perfect. And he doesn't seem like a dick. He seems nice. You know?

From spending an hour straigtening my hair with the flat iron, my hand was shaky throughout the day. I felt friggin old. I could not write and everything would come out all shaky and ugly. Er...its weird to think about...your hand being all shaky and stuff. Like your bones are brittle or something. SucKs.

Argh, my sister is wearing my clothes.