I encountered an odd looking, grotesque version of Daria Morgendorffer (despite of Daria's incredible distaste in fashion, I still think she's adorable...even just one bit) in the school cafeteria. She introduced herself, proclaimed that she is an anti-social (which made me wonder why she was there, offering me her friendship. I thought maybe because since I have anti-social tendencies myself, she had "smelled" me) and told me that she dislikes vegetables and is a Pringles-Pepsi type of person. She is extremely sarcastic and hilarious, a perfect reflection of myself so in just a span of 10 minutes, it appeared as if we had known each other for a century. We looked like an odd couple-- (who shares an emphatically platonic relationship...I don't believe in lesbianism.) she clad in her unbecoming dull colored floral dress and black sneakers and myself clad in my pink tank top, fat 60's head band and tall pink platforms.

I thought I have found a companion during the dead hour of lunch breaks. I was happy I have found P--- and was glad I am no longer alone (even an anti-social needs a friend...even just one). But to my disgust and horror, P--- sent me a text message at midnight while I was trying to get some sleep. The message says, "I am badly broke. Can you lend me P500.00?"

P--- is a bad girl. She doesn't know how to behave. Now I feel more alone than the barefooted bum on the street. My mission for Wednesday? Get her out of my once blissful life.