drained.
two ladies walked in to Monkeys around lunch time, & mind you, they looked like a mix of northern indian & caucasian with perfect eyes nose body; everything. how perfect could one've looked & not have others lunge at you with the motive to kill.
one ordered a cup of hot water with a slice of lemon. the other, a bottle of evian.
they paid & after which, left, only to come back two hours later to use the restroom. after being asked if she'd like anything to eat/drink, the lady who'd the cup of hot water with a slice of lemon bluntly replied, "no, i'm still full from what i had."
i wonder how a cup of hot water with a slice of lemon can last you for two hours, no wonder she's got the killer body. how i admire such willpower sometimes, yet i feel like strangling her for being such a boneheaded bimbo.
and by the way,
Paris got sent back to jail again, how sad is that. if they never had the intentions of putting her under house arrest seriously & getting opinions from all sides of the jurisdiction/law for it, then that sheriff shouldn't have set her hopes so high, only to crush them back down again & trample over them to a million pieces.
i think her public humiliation's punishment enough, i really pity how she's being shoved around like some animal & not treated like a real person.
you don't like what you see when you see me,
but that's the price, of belonging to you.
it's 3am and i have to send daddy off at the airport tomorrow, how cruel can time sometimes be.
xxx.
