Lost 2

Shit man rice never tasted so good.

On the bus ride home. Realisation was.

I FORGOT TO BRING MY TOOLBOX HOME.

The goddamned completed basic skirt was inside the box.

What a joke, like this was the ExCiTeMeNt i need, to fill up my empty life. Right where i need it, in between chasing deadlines, just one being tomorrow. Perfect timing alright.

I was telling myself how many times i would stab myself if i lose it. No, i am not in favour of self-multilation. But I would rather lose a hundred bucks than that fuggle of a skirt.

It's all that A2 drawing's fault.I had so much to carry in my hands. Pfft.

I always had this belief that new stuff brings me bad luck. Har, new toolbox, tyvm.

But you get the ending. Cars are good for the economy.

The box was partialliterally shining with a golden aura in the dark corridor.

Okay traumatic issues aside, there was a special event today.


High Tea With Veron the Seamstress
Exclusively for TP-ADM-ers.

Menu includes:-
1. mandarin oranges.
2. mandarin oranges?
3. mandarin oranges!

Post-activities include:-
1. Ripping of fabrics which sounds uncannily like ripping someone's clothes.
2. Sewing blues.


Hooray!

Oh and today was simpleplan day lololol. Feels so 'First Time' really.

I got a hell lot of classtime photos to post.

Later, maybe. Like 2010, when i graduate.