low rise jeans

i'm in a state of suspension, cannot seem to wade through the sludge of last night's dreams fast enough to appreciate the fullness and entirety of my presence here in office. there are 2 months left to be working here. i just rejected a tuition assignment cause i've no wish to travel to hougang every saturday morning. i have things to do and my jeans are too low on my ass, but i'd rather deal with the cold air on my skin than stand up and adjust the jeans. it'd go back down anyway.

in mingzhi's story, the ghost returns after 2 years to haunt the people. my overactive imagination has already finished constructing a poetic backlash of my role. maybe i'll do a harry potter and haunt my future self. rocks socks curry poks.

sing, sing sing sing sing sing