I mean seriously..

I mean seriously..

Someone took my Who you want to meet on my Friendster profile a tad too seriously.

Who I Want to Meet:
If you have paws, love brown, has a huge tummy, chubby face, loves to be SLAPPED at the most inappropriate time, drop me a note.

And I realised something.
Losers these days have learnt to upgrade.
Truly.
They say stuff like:
I hope I don't sound lame.
You sound like a VERY nice girl
I hope I don't sound like I am sweet talking.

Let me just say this.
If you are born a loser.
You'd always be a loser despite how hard you try alright?

No Mr XXXX You are NOT sweet talking.
Just plain boot licking.
I wonder which is worse.

Ok ok, I don't mean to lash out like that at a seemingly innocent message.
But I can't help it.
Its Friday, but I am getting the Monday Blues.
This disease (pre Monday Blues) was passed on to me by Adrian the Wise.
How I hate it.
I dreaddddd Monday.
Because I think shit starts on Monday.

And worse, I still cannot believe MY favourite CYT No. 1 is NOT in the next round of semi finals.
How can that fcuking be?
He is cute
He is innocent
He is shy
He can sing
He is young
He is cute
He is cute
He is cute
YES HE IS CUTE.