i like girls with good heats and nice eyes.

my feet smell.

past the point of tolerance.

i'm sweating from head to toe. hence, the smelly feet. but i feel good.

because of a basketball game. a good, sweaty, active basketball game. i feel healthy.

but. but. but.

i feel hungry.

shit.

i shiver at how easily my own emotions and opinions can be swayed by very little things. i think i take the little things a little too seriously...that sometimes i don't focus on the bigger picture. my anal retentiveness is my greatest asset and downfall. i don't always nitpick...but when i do, i start getting carried away and start getting anxious and worried. it's funny how i only go into details when i want to, as opposed to when i have to. if i did the latter, there're a lot of things that i would've achieved by now...i would probably be in a better place than the one i'm currently in.

yes, well, as my dad prepares dinner once again, i'm standing in a mini-crossroad. something that can be earth-shattering and life-altering if i let it be. so, i shall let it be. to ease my mind. whatever happens, does. whatever doesn't, won't.

though...who would want to be the Dog of Abject Despondency?

not i. not yet.