i suddenly feel like eating sara lee pound cake... with extra butter on the top. rgh.

so many things going on in my head. i haven't given myself enough time to sit down and write it all out. where will i find this time?

i drove to shell at the old shell club twice. i remembered him because he tried to flirt with me. he remembered me because he tried to flirt with me. i knew he was myanmarese because i'm fairly good at guessing at pple's ethnicity/nationality based on looks/behaviour. thinking bout him makes me shy and sheepish. am i just feeling deprived? when are we driving to shell again?

:: I Don't Have Time to be in Love - priscilla ahn