Good Sunday, people.

I, like Firt, have pre-monday blues.
Also, I'm hungry.
I had a lovely time on Friday night (and most of the morning) with May and Ikhsan and Min and some others. It wasn't a totally bitchin party but it was good. Taboo at the end of the night made up for crappy drinking games that I would rather have not done.

Dad commented on riffraff boys that we shouldn't be dating.
I guess the prospective boyfriend/mate bar just got higher.
Damn.
If it's one thing I'd like is to be able to parade the male in front of my parents with pride which would prove to be a Herculean task.

I may or may not be damai-ing tonight. Might as well just bum around and work in the home library. I get work done there because my room is far too distracting.

I forgot who I had this conversation but it went something like...

Me:                       You know what I have a hankering for?
Other Person:        What?
Me:                       A really good Frittata...
Other Person:        Why don't you just call it a fucking omelette?
Me:                       Fine, I want a loaded fucking omelette.

By the way,

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