I don't think I've ever been quite so fucking happy in a long time.

I'm so into this kid :)

BRB shiteating grin on my face while I stare at the ceiling.

Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow.

This will be another entry written notoriously vague.

Recently I’ve been so happy I’ve been annoying the shit out of everyone with it – one last hit because I couldn’t resist it. I haven’t updated much because these bursts of fleeting euphoria doesn’t make for very inspirational writing. Unless you’d much rather read my tales of gag-inducing pet-name calling, cute-is-what-we-aim-for cuddling and saucy bedroom secrets. Yes, fleeting – always a pessimist. I’m afraid Melancholy and infinite sadness are pretty much the only things that drive me.

Yesterday, spent a crazy amount of time lazing around in bed, not that it was any different from every other weekend. A lunch picnic bed spread on curried-sheets with pate and parma ham and salami while I indulged in his awful movie tastes, curled against him cringing at Reese Witherspoon’s awkward faux Victorian accent. Hit up Butter Factory because it was finally time to party after living like 60 year old people waking up too early in the morning only to take naps in the late afternoon because our frail bodies are unable to keep up with our fading lucidity. I rolled in style, naturally – leopard prints because I am me-ow!

Bertha Mason and Mr Rochester had an unfortunate run-in, I’m anticipating the moment she decides to set the manor on fire. Hell hath no fury like a jilted lover’s wrath – if you’re going to fuck up your life you might as well do it properly amirite? I’d say Bring It Bitch but it seems my weapons of choice are limited to a laptop, a working internet connection and a blog. Such a pity, I’ve been saving my razor sharp wit – like a knife in a gun fight.  People who say the pen is mightier than the sword have obviously not had acid thrown in their faces or been strangled between the sheets. The lesson learnt here my precious, is to lock your doors before you sleep.

I should have known that such happiness would only be fleeting. Reality sorta stinks.

I met someone new recently. I'm quite sure he has some sort of deep psychological issues but it's endearing that way (remember, attraction to only my parallel pathway to disaster)

Don't get me wrong, Boy 1 is still in my life - he's just too busy at work at the moment so I got myself a pretty play thing for entertainment in between. P thinks they look alike, what can I say - I've got a type.

My friends hate them both so eitherway they're on equal ground.

What I meant to say anyway is that I think I'm beginning to forget what it feels like to not give a shit about anyone's feelings but my own. This sudden realization - it's a little bit overwhelming. 

I'm terrified of where this is going and what happens next. 

Just scared shit.

Oh god, I think my abandonment issues are kicking in.

The exgirlfriend is still stalking me on my blog and twitter. I am about as territorial as a poodle in heat. Not that I'm into such sexual deviants but I'd piss all over him if I could.

She talked to him on Friday night. Apparently she wanted to itell him that she'd be keeping her distance a little longer. That's right, bitch! Okay she's not a bitch but it's reflexes I tell you. Oh cupcake, you could've just called. But I suppose there isn't any fun in that, especially not when you can have mad post-post-post-post break up sex after. Oh one day my self-deprecating humor will get the better out of me.

He's almost spent all weekend in the office (with the exception of when I was with him) It's times like these when my paranoid psychosis borders on the near neurotic. 

Technically it's not cheating if we aren't dating.

I swear N. If you fuck me over, I am going to get you deported.

Looooove you.

Goodneigh!

I had a great day today - thanks for asking! Woke up at 7am, and fiddled around in bed waking Klaus repeatedly with a combination of: Parkinson-styled tossing and turning, walking into and out of the room to smoke, watching snippets of E! Entertainment in the living room on loud, and constant time-reminders of how lovely the day was and that the five minutes you requested for was up. Also made a very obvious mistake by not offering sexual favors as an incentive in exchange for getting up to have a nice morning meal - how amateur I know. Five times the efficiency of dumping iced water on you and minus 10 on the annoyance scale. But hey, breakfast first, blow jobs after.

Headed to Dempsey for brunch with the intention of hitting up the expatriate hell hole that is Jones the Grocer - but the waiters looked ridiculously busy and disorganized so we skipped out and went to House instead. The Eggs Benedict was average and I've had better hollandaise sauce but the service was impeccable. Also, where else in Singapore would you find Churros on the menu at 11 in the morning. I forgot how lovely House is - definitely two asian primate thumbs of approval.

Took a bus to Tanglin after because it was just too hot to keep walking; forgive us for being so pedestrian. Walked around looking for expresso machines - Martha Stewart would have approved of this, and had the worst raspberry sorbet in the entire world. The radioactive maroon color should have tipped me off but I'm stupid as shit like that sometimes. It tasted as if 20 pounds of sugar and cheap fruit concentrate took a dump in my mouth. Häagen-Dazs should think about including a 'might cause diabetes' surgeon's warning with every scoop of that crap they sell.