under my skin

i'm not one to lament over spilt milk

but..

your presence is immensely missed.

weekends without you and having nothing to look forward to is killing me.

give me..

just the sweet calming sound of your voice,just one call.

i think i have actively destructive hands.

any sort of battery operated,merchanical appliance

crumble or disappear in my hands,

cameras , phones, ipods...damnit!

bad bad karma.

for like the 8th time now..i need a new phone.

maybe its time i undergo some '"karma esrever' spell.

and if that fails ,i shall resort to surgically removing my hands.

yes,feel my fustration!