Life For Rent

I am domesticated. House Trained. Potential Housewive Material.

This revelation came hard on me last night at Hafiz. With no one stopping me or fell into a self-induced coma, i was actually talking about King Kong for a full 15 minutes!

I cannot believe it! No. Seriously. I need to get out and have fun with my girls.

I eventually stopped yacking about the King when i caught Emily’s insincere smile. She was looking at me but i know for fcuk sake her mind was elsewhere.

Since when did i get so boring? I was boring my own sister to death talking about my cat and my life in general!

Ohhh my Ohhh my….what happened to Mills?

I know I know. Lately I have been walking around with the world on my shoulder, looking like i have a baton stuck up my ass. I snubbed nice people i work with, i get into bed at 10 (any later and i’ll wake up the next morning ready to kill the first person who hides my coffee at work), and i get grouchy when things don’t go my way. The only good thing i had last week was getting tipsy at 2 in the afternoon with Yi Ling.

For God’s sake, who does that?

Need-a-Life-Tramps i guess.

Woo-Hoo!

3 Responses to “Life For Rent”

  1. re-defined Says:

    at least this year ending… all the best for the next one…

  2. Emilia Mills Says:

    yeah that’s true. Hopefully i have more fishing trips to look forward to next yr.. :p

  3. Damien Says:

    Good luck in 2008 hope it all brightens up for you. :)

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