suMmEr loViNg aNd aLl tHat cRap

i (think that i) am a writer so that gives me immense liberty to hate math. really.

for one thing, if i didn't take these blasted summer classes, then i would've been at home. that means, i wouldn't have been on the internet that fateful day. that means, we'd still be PhP____ more stable and i won't have this thing to think about every freaking night.

next time, darling, please think, will you? it'll do everyone around you (including you) a lot of good. a whole lot of it.

but one of the things that's stopping me from throwing myself in front of the next speeding six-wheeler is the promise of something better. i mean, i've been through hell; shouldn't there be a golden goose waiting for me on the way back?

well. mixing metaphors, done.