I can't stand imperfection.
sometimes even the slightest thing that falls off my expectations irks me.
most of the time, I feel I'm to blame and I can try harder.
other times, I get pissed, when others don make my expectations.
the best people can understand without reading.
but I guess, many need to read to understand that...
the train is not a place for you to blast your music.. nor is it your private karaoke parlor?
my goodness.
on a side note,
can't wait for avenue Q. (;
this top from theclosetlover was worth the wait.
it's really comfortable

