Its All About Timing

I've been popping so many ponstans' and antacids' that I've lost count. The pain's the worst in the morning. Bloody period. You men have it easy. *growls.

TTG called in the morning to confirm my placement and I said okay. 1 hour later, Ritz calls me with an offer. Tell me, should I just shoot myself. Fucktard, you could have called me earlier right.

Forget it, like Queky says, next time I can say, Oh I rejected Ritz Carlton. Mahaha. :)

Then with the craziest timing, electricity got cut. Fuck I hate financial problems.

So anyway, I'm kinda rushing French now. The last of my projects. Yay! I've been so bloody tired lately, no idea why. Byebye projects and hello exams.