The Glamarazzi

Tonight is my last night of work. Hmm.. what could be the best thing to do again for this week’s restday?

O came up with a night out with his teammates and go crazy drunk. Isn’t that outdated? Its like days too before payday and we all know how people are between those days. Even if they hardly have any money to fend for themselves till Friday, they still go out and drain their wallets. That made me appreciate my mom’s generosity. Lol.

Or we could go dancing again at the club. Boring? Same people, same music. Oh, I’d love to dance to Pussycat Dolls’ (or Nicole and the Pussycat Dolls) Buttons. Its so sexy.

Or I’d love to binge on sweets tomorrow. Postrio. Dessert Factory.

Or just lounge around in Starbucks and enjoy the free drizzle and syrup for our drinks from the coupons I got. We could just stare at the people coming and talk about their secret lives behind their laptops and their madeup faces.

Or just go watch a movie. Wednesday will show Superman. Yum, a man in tights could motivate me to watch it even if the movie is a poor rendition of Spiderman – this time with extra powers involved and not just webbed strings and a mask.

Or its been raining all the time. Maybe I could chill on my bed the whole day and wake up on Friday. Now that is a miracle. I must have my head examined. There is no way I’m going to stay in bed on my restday.

Or my beau was thinking of watching movies at his house. I’d love to see his mom again and talk and pretend that my mom isn’t miles away. I like that. Hmm. I like that. I’d buy popcorn later.