The night I'd almost smashed a jug against someone's head.

I'd skipped church, because Dustbin's internet connection was down and I had to wait for him to go to church together.

But alas, the bloody internet man took almost 2 hours to diagnose the need for a new MIO box, which took him another 15 minutes or so to get that bloody box connected. WTF.

Decided to go for a movie at Tiong Bahru Plaza with him while waiting for Irene, her man, and Wendy to arrive.

(Shirley was undecided on her attendance and had decided on Double 0 in the end.)

But then the movie timing sucked, and the movie seating sucked even more. So we skipped it all together and went for dinner at Ajisen Ramen instead.

Shopped around T.B Plaza until Wendy and gang arrived, and got my heels fixed while waiting.

We went to Phuture, and quickly secured a corner at the dance floor.

Saw Paul Twohill the Singapore Idol alumni with the braces who studies in TP, dancing with another girl with equally long hair and neon colored braces.

I didn't know Braces could be so COOL! Maybe I should get one myself. But then kissing, frenching and blowing would become a little troublesome after that.

*CRINGE*

Imagine cutting tongues, lips and foreskin with those razor braces! OMGBBQ. >_<

LOL. What's more the trapping of foreskin on braces!

ROFLBBQ!

Typing of (not speaking of, because I'm not speaking per se, rather, I'm typing.) BBQ, the Q.B's been into BBQs 3rd week of the month when I get my pathetic paycheck.

Pfft.

Anyway, back to topic.

We were dancing and minding our own buisness when this bunch of little boys tried pushing us for space.

That really pissed me off because they were pushing my Justin and pissing the shit out of me. So I pushed them back and stared at all of them, anger rising.

LOL.

That was when I really felt like smashing that pathetic jug of water diluted piss tasting vodka redbull on their heads.

I didn't of course, because I'm female and they at least had the decency to fuck off after a while. Not that I didn't notice them trying to point their puny little middle fingers at me.

*Shrugs*

If the middle finger thickness/ length = actual penis size theory is relevant, then I dare say I'm not interested in short skinny dicks.

LOL.

I'm not interested in