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Saturday, March 27, 2004
The uniform is kinda nice too, a white velvet top with white capri pants. Suits the whole Absolut Vanilia's look. It's not the most interesting job on Earth, but the pay is good enough, so why not?
Went to Prada with Joyce today and fell in love with a pink sling bag that cost $975, oh and that's the price before GST. Damn, that woman is always tempting me. But $975 for a canvas bag isn't really worth it in my opinion. I might as well get Louis Vuitton's Juliette, it cost a little more, but at least it's leather! Going out with her is a hazard, she ought to tattoo a warning sign on her back. *whines*
Oh my god, and you wouldn't believe what happened today. Some hell of a bastard groped my ass on the bus today. Damn him! At first I thought it was the lady with a plastic bag that accidentally touched me, since the bus is so full and everything. I was on the phone with Joey too, so I didn't bother much. But when I got a seat, that fucking bastard sat opposite me and kept staring at me with an extremely sick face, and it doesn't help much that he's trying to peep into my miniskirt too. My legs were crossed but duh, like as if he could see anything. It was at that moment when I realised that it must be him that groped my ass. I mean, a plastic bag couldn't possibly brushed against the whole of my ass. I glared at him all the way till he alighted the bus. Fucking bastard. Fucking cheap bastard. I could throw some money into his sick face and ask him to go find a whore, so that he can keep his hands of my ass.
Damn, he wore glasses still. He think he could hide his fricking perverted face behind a pair of glasses when his fricking sick expression already gave him off? He could count himself lucky, I wasn't sure at first if he was the one. So good for him, got off scot-free. If there wasn't any lady behind me to confuse me, I swear he's gonna get it. He's going to get it so bad that he wished he didn't had such a feverish brain.
Fuck it. My poor ass. I prolly need to wash it with Dethol a million times.
12:38:00 AM
Yours Truly
Ingrid
25 years old
Kievan's Mommy
Still Pink Lovin'
Faded Memories
October 2003
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December 2003
January 2004
February 2004
March 2004
April 2004
May 2004
June 2004
July 2004
August 2004
February 2005
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June 2005
November 2005
September 2006
October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
February 2007
April 2007
March 2010
deep inside me. a silent whisper in my mind.
sweet surrender to your love divine. peace enfolding.
in the stillness i empty my soul. and your healing presence flows.
as i breathe the air of heaven. drawing in your fragrance when i breathe.
i feel your fullness come alive inside of me. you're the breath that i breathe.
it's taking hold. like a second nature when i savour. savour you. as i breathe.