My stomach is an entity separate from the rest of my body. At 11pm, my eyes are droopy, my fingers are weary and I’m ready to go to sleep but NO - deep inside of me this little voice is protesting in a vehement squeaky sort of way “FEED ME! FEED ME!”

There’s nothing to eat at home, tmd.

VicSiek just called me; it’s like, the first I’ve heard from him in ages. I like Victor a lot, he says nice things about me, and thus makes me feel good about myself. This sort of thing is hard to come by these days, you know.

Wah buay tahan I really feel peckish to the max. Maybe I’ll nibble on some expired chocolate.

ADDENDUM

Bird just introed me to the eeeeveeelll that is zipia.net. I am lusting about just about everything on that website (their watches and bags are HOW CHIO PLS OMG KILL ME NOW PLS). Cannot take it. Must find job now to fund my ridiculous spending habits.