Torrid, Tepid, Frigid.

"Today's a holiday. I'm sure you weren't too stressed."

"Gah. You're wrong. I had to work today."

"Let's burn your office."

"It'll take gallons and gallons of kerosene, and at least 7 stray cats."

"So you've thought of doing that before?"

"I have a criminal mind."

"Scary."

"HE should be scared."

"You're thinking of cutting IT off?"

"I find IT rather useless."

***

Tsoko.Nut merienda with mom. The person whose brain gave birth to aligue pasta is pure evil. Lord, they shouldn't have invented such a food item. I will die early because of it (Although I feel that I will die due to head injuries, by smashing my head onto a fire extinguisher that will never be used. Ever.) It was a delicious crime. I forgot that my mom was sitting a sneeze away from me, prying on my "love" (yes, those quotation marks were necessary) life. I was anticipating a coronary any second. A better way to spend P90, compared to getting 2 boxes of Durex. Perfect meal, save for the tsokolate eh, which I should've had piping hot instead of ice blended and topped with whipped cream. I should know this - a lot of things, aside from old fashioned chocolate, are best served hot.

***

Today, I planned to buy:

1.) A new sports bra.

2.) 3 tubs of mineral eyeshadow.

3.) 1-2 makeup brush(es).

4.) Creamsilk hair treatment.

5.) Lycopene face mask from Watson's.

6.) 5 cans of pineapple juice.

7.) Baby wipes.

I went home with:

1.) 3 curtain rods.

***

I was sleeping. Something hairy and breathing and warm by my legs. It must be Zo or Maki or Nori. A vine of earphones.

Purr...purr...

I'm looking for love this time, sounding hopeful, but it's making me cry...

Purr...purr...

5:07 a.m. Salt mines. Five more minutes.

***

The only thing

that I love

subzero

is

my

beer.

(I want things hot. I'll try not to spit it out.)