November 5, 2007
You know that the universe is no longer conspiring against you when the day you decide to be a cheapskate is when 35-peso fried ice cream practically falls into your lap. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” So ice cream in any form is quite welcome. For a few minutes, I forgot how much I hate my life right now or how much of a drama queen I’ve turned out to be. Distraction in the form of music, pictures, and wish lists is what’s keeping me sane. Birthdays used to be something to look forward to. Now I am dreading the day.