So much to write about. So little care. So much to write about... Like...
1. Dry humping a guy in leather pants on the dance floor at Zen.
2. In a futile bid for more exercise, jogging around the Queen's Park Savannah with Raj and have him *literally* run circles around me.
3. Vic calling for me at work while I was out of the room, and telling my co-workers to, when I returned, tell me that my fiance called. And all the things sprouting from that little incident henceforth.
4. My possible promotion. My salary might increase by 25% if I get it.
And I'm still celibate.
I've been feeling strange lately - dazed. I've been listless, and yet utterly indifferent. It's hard to explain. I'm not sure I'm making sense. Fucking Christmas. The cause of this might stem from my sudden "spending of time with family". This shit has to end.
I'm rambling. Oh fuck me. I need to get out of here.