There Is No Escape.

Been taking my own sweet time. My tutee was having exams the past week, so I was caught up with that too. I’m so tired. There  are so many times when I just want to plonk my butt down on a comfy swivel chair and just chill out. Preferably with a babe, and a drink in hand. Then I wake up from my dreams and realize, I have no babelicious friends, no money to get a drink in hand and definitely no money.

My grades in school are gradually dropping to the Bs and Cs range, at this rate, I’m going to kill myself. However, I will persevere and… *trails on with morale/ego boosting self mollycoddling speech*.

Anyhoo, I’m still lost as to what I really want. Everything is so general, beyond the horizon. Thank (Insert whichever deity/higher power here) for packing my life with so many good friends. Now all I need is… (Insert luxurious item, girls, money, etc).

I promise, to be good. Be nice. Not screw around. Turn my life around. Just one more time. One last.