Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

Well, I had a blast blogging here for the last 3 years.

Garnered plenty of readers, something I am proud of.

I’m thankful, nevertheless.

I announced in the bulletin board that i have moved my blog since.

So, if you love my writing, please visit the site below RELIGIOUSLY:

http://www.emiliamills.blogspot.com/

It’s still new, so be patient.

It might not get updated regularly. I am, afterall, a working Techinical Writer by day, and a doting ‘mom’ by night.

I wish i have a stripper job at night.

Till then, visit me there!

XOXO

Mills

-FIN-

Arif’s birthday is in a few days.

I do not know what to get.

Asked him what he wanted for his birthday, dude said he wanted sex.

OooooooKay….

Other than that, i planned to have a bouquet of roses delivered to his office, but Andrea said that would be too sissy like. I agreed. Scratched the idea. Back to the drawing board.

Mix Tape? Hello??? High School was in the 90’s, ok?

Perfume? Bought that for him last month.

Wallet? Bought that for him 8 months after we dated.

Man. Utd Jersey? Man Utd JERSERYS, you mean.

This would be his 26th birthday and i wanted it to be special, not practical, you get what i mean? Short of taking out a loan and buying him a Honda, i’m out of ideas.

By the way, i was upset over an email this morning and suddenly, the radio played ‘Faith’ by George Michael.

I swear, if i lived to be a hundred, that song would still be my favourite song, ever!