Shame, shame,

Smalls Cannot Boil Water.

So Smalls’ maid ran away boo hoo hoo
Hee hee *evil*

“Eh my cousins’ maid ran away. But Smalls blogged at least she washed her clothes before taking off.”
“Really.”
“Tsk tsk. Confirmed die la now. She can’t even boil water.”
“*i* can boil water!” *proudly*
“… -_- … so damn proud la now.”

AdamPoserPan and i discussed my “cock-whippedness” last week

“Now, why would your friends say you’re cock-whipped?”
“Well, cos i do what you want…”
“I do what you want all the time too!”
“… No, you don’t! If you did, you’d throw out the trash, clean your room, shower, pick up the empty cans…”
“LALALA!”

Making weird noises to overpower my voice does not equal to a won argument.

No it DOES NOT.

I never thought i’d accept a grubby boyfriend. Ever.
But such is love.
Or being whipped at most.

I felt like the Sugar Mommy today cos i was dressed all corporate and Smellie was wearing a shirt that said ‘i love party girls’ (that’s me!)
What more it was one of the few times i paid for our meal :p
So i felt even more Sugar Mommy tugging my little boy around

“I think i definitely look older then you today.”
“You *are* older…”