What? with a capital W

i've bumped on two vehicle's ceilings already and it's still 830 in the morning. and again, i am not in my finance class. God, i'm sorry for pushing it. and you know the lengthy alibis that would go after this.

anyway,
jb shared his memories of melancholy whores, hehe
not his but a book by gabriel garcia marquez which is absolutely funny. you read that side by side the giver and you appreciate how the being finite of books underscores the never-ending-ness of discovery and wonder and appreciating.

hoping you don't get too overwhelmed in the process.

lisnin to Corinne Bailey Rae
sortof readin Marquez
feelin kinda worried with a capital W