Currently playing: "One Week Of Danger" By The Virgins
The earthquake scare is over.
The false prophet had somehow earned popularity and website incentives.
The telecompanies increased their profits upto 11% (this is fictional).
And I had a good sleep the entire day (this is make-believe).
The entire floor went into chaos when I intentionally pretend to accidentally mail the latest chiz from Gossip Girl.
It was a celebration of shame,
fame and lameness!
Mom's in the city.
She'd just informed me last night.
She arrived last Tuesday but I haven't seen her yet.
I was too tired from work and she's too busy visiting friends and relatives.
I forgot we're clannish.
So we decided to meet tomorrow night for dinner,
and for an emergency reunion party.
Mom said,
everyone's already expecting
-that I'm gay.
R left to think.
But he'll be back soon to join the Gay Pride Band's photo shoot in Portofino.
Everybody still thinks he's gay.
I thought he was.
I still think he is.
Everyone still thinks we have a relationship.
It seems like we have.
But I don't think it's a good idea.
Although,
I missed him.
from the writer of: the chronicles of a third sex goddess, the starlet letters, lipstick writings on the wall, the goddess scriptures, the diva notes, and the queerest travel.
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