going once, going twice... gone

Whatever good from yesterday's facial is gone
cos here I am, my forehead wrinkling
Whatever good from my morning stretch is gone
cos here I am, my heart palpitating

why? why? why?

I hate airing dirty laundry but I feel as though I'm at the end of my tethers. The last thing I need at the end of a tired day is being greeted by ppl with no common sense.

Yes, common sense is not common. Neither is it hereditary.

It's 10.24pm and they're still here making a din.
Hogging the tv.
Wasting the electricity.

Why can't you go back to where you belong?

Why?

sigh

I'm stressed.

I thought slow and steady will do it. Every week I try to strike something off the list but there's just so much to do, so lil time! I don't even think what I'm doing is planning, it's more like damage control.

Seems like all the pleasure from the late girly session last night has entirely dissipated.

ingenious!