Veruca Salt's version of "My Sharona" is playing. I tap my fingers on the conference table, look around and wonder, what the fuck was I called here for?
Other people I recognize: Moe with Rica on his lap and Tina. Would it be terribly, terribly rude to walk away? I know I promised Moe to come but my god what's going on? If only I could leave, if only I could just walk away. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just walk away?
I guess I'll just sit here for a bit . At least they're playing cool music. And maybe now is a good time to rehearse in my head my speech to Moe. I can't wait to tell him what's on my mind:
Look, Moe. I know I promised you. There were people and things I abandoned to accompany you. You should've told me you already had company! You drag me here and there and never explain! I'm getting tired of it! All those times you blamed me! The times you said you were vortex because I wasn't with you when you visited UST! That messed me up! Enough! I can't watch you all the time! Everytime you were brownout I thought it was because it was something I didn't do or because I wasn't with you at some crucial moment. You're so selfish! I'm not your personal jesus! I am my own personal jesus!
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Hotel.
Who is in charge of the sleeping arrangements in this place?
Lovey, Teejay and David are room mates.
I don't know who I am with. How annoying! I can't be expected to be room mates with strangers!
If only I could find that room with Lovey, Teejay and David. Maybe they'll squeeze me in. Why do the rooms switch around anyway? Is that legal? That can't be legal! How is a girl supposed to find her way around? Like this room over here! That was over there!
What's the name of this hotel anyway?
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