IT'S TOO LATE TO BE TRIPPIN' ON THE PHONE NOW.

suddenly hit with realisation that i had no extra income last month (no tutoring, the twins were on a break) but was happily spending like there was no tomorrow leads to equation of no income THIS month.
and THIS month's equation holds POST EXAMS + BIRTHDAY + CHRISTMAS = zomfg.
plus tis the season for my fave woollen scarfs, button-downs :C
i'm a very sad girl now.
finally liberation to roam the streets but but tsk tsk.
yes before you call me materialistic, mundane, think of your empty christmas present sock.

&by the way don't ask me about my chipmunk hamster cheeks.
just know that i've had wayyyy too much supper.

yes my blog is a meaningless virtual space for ranting and in no way serves any form of leverage.

She’s going out to forget they were together
All that time he was taking her for granted
She wants to see if there’s more
Than he gave she’s looking for
He calls her up
He’s trippin on the phone now
He doesn’t want her out there
And alone now
He knows she’s movin it
Knows she’s using it
Now he’s losing it
She don’t care