through tears and snots & between bites of lemon biscuits, i finished the episode of desp housewives today on eli scruggs.

drama is really a form of escapism serving only an outlet for poor little souls to encover concepts such as devotion which can only be ideally captured in fiction.

tv is for miserable people, really.

im developing some form of rashes - im dying from tryin not to viciously scratch away the masses of tiny pink bumbs. horrifying to look at too.

my bedtime streches beyond near the break of dawn and ive dark circles black enough to rival that of 圆圆. and i am nowhere near repentant yet.

i cannot wait for 33min tantei!

although i would have loved for domoto to reprise his role as the kindaichi (the proud predecendent of subsequent young ones who still cant quite make the cut in my opinion); this is good enough.