Sucky Life

He is the hunter, I am the hunted. He carefully inspects every vulnerability in me before making his move. I am left with nothing except mixed feelings of jealousy, anger and hurt. These days, all that remain of me is a vicious creature trapped in a body wanting to get out. On bad days, I leave a path of destruction everywhere I go. Stand in my way and be damned, son of a bitch. Words can only cut, actions can kill. Spiteful words aint enough, I can only be satisfied by retribution. Welcome to my life. Can my life get any suckier?

I called my girls this late afternoon. Last minute plans were made as we made plans to exercise and watch the World Cup at night. We even put a little bet so as to "appreciate" the match even more. This is by the way, the first time in months that I have exercised. I welcomed it with open arms! In the picture, I have no make-up on so I looked pale, kinda like a ghost. I'm trying to look like I'm hard at work but turned out looking like a pig. Py looks like a kid trying on that funky machine.

We chilled out at the nearby pub after a quick sauna session and exercise. Damn, we lost the match though. Spain played really well! Robin dropped by for a while to see Stella (how sweet!) and sent us back home (even sweeter!).

I have work tomorrow so I'm kinda looking forward to it after a long rest. Come on ladies, buy more Loreal cosmetics from me, you know you're worth it =) Tata!