8.3.2001
 
I'm growing tired of all music. Not just the punk and emo I've been subjected to all summer long, but even the beloved showtunes I loved earlier this morning.

Another thing to add to my list of pet peeves: people who're unnecessarily graphic in describing certain bodily functions when the need is not necessary. This applies to every single filipino I know including friends, family, and the occasional dicator.

And I'm seriously dreading leaving this house for any occasion. Whether it be the movies with friends or piano lessons. Or even for the sake of going out.

Suburban cabin fever.

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