The obsessive compulsive monster in me.

My back is tight - I need a massage. Check.

My bills arrived - I need to pay them ASAP. Check.

My groupmate SMSd me - I need to send them the first draft of our report. Check.

I can't find my bed - I need to clean my room before I leave for work tonight. Check.

I miss him - I have to send an SMS. Check.

I like LL Cool J's new song - I want to buy the CD. Check.

I'm hungry - I have to cook lunch. Check.

I'm stressed - I need to hang out with my frinds. Check.

Need I say more???

I seldom get angry but when I do, you wouldn't want to be around me.

Don't ever think that I'm the kind of person with super long patience. Ok, I do have a long patience but you wouldn't want to test the waters when I get over it. I may be the smiling gal who takes jokes as easy as 1-2-3 but there's a monster inside me who would eat you up alive if you pushed the wrong buttons.

No, not the obsessive compulsive monster. I like her. She's my friend.

No, not the bitch that rambles incoherently. I like her too. She's also my friend.

No, not the blogger who updates her blog everyday. She's a crazy monster but she's ayt.

No, not the insane ex-again-on-again-girlfriend of vmac. She may be unacceptable but I can put up with her.

No, not the credit card machine monster that shops her heart out when she's depressed. I like her. We have something in common. She's always broke. Like me.

The monster that I'm talking about has been putting up with you for a good number of months now. She's really scary.

No, I'm serious. She's scary.

I guess you already found out, huh?

How was it when you were humiliated by the monster?

I told you she's scary. Why didn't you listen to me?