why am i so trusting, so keen to throw cash around in helping people? it's been a theme for years, lesson learned? not!
and it's my birthday soon, my petty wish to celebrate it at the beyonce concert with an old friend may yet come to fruition (i know you're still stuck on the beyonce bit, but it all ties in); i just have to juggle my finances, rob me to pay them, and as long as barclays have there drop of blood, i'm safe.
i'll get thru this fuggy fog of unpaid dues, and hold them to account, bangkok soon for a visa run (that's all wrong n topsy-turvey) a weekend of real friends, weekend markets, restrained shopping and a fuggy foggy eyed flight back to kl.
did i tell you about the black cobra? (no not some sexual adventure) and the ginger tom? (there you go again) later .
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