Yo, I’m still alive and fatter than ever. I’ve been on vacation (from work, not from life. Unfortunately) since the 6th and my days have been filled with fast food, home made food, DVDs, and the occasional drunken night. Would anyone believe me when I say that I’ve only been drunk a grand total of three times ever since I resigned from my previous job? Let’s not even start with how little sex I’ve been getting :blah:.

See, my whole world does not go on vacation with me. Friends still have to work, Chuchubells still needs to work. So I am left home alone every night with the two white boys and a plateful or bowlful or cardboardful of food and a bunch of DVDs. My body clock’s back to normal, my socialization is out of whack. The first time I left the house to actually go somewhere (not just the store or the grocery or a random Katipunan food establishment) was last Friday, to get copies of my birth certificate over at the NSO. I felt like such a grown up. I’m going back on Monday, and then I’m off to the SSS offices to apply for social security. YES, I KNOW I AM IRRESPONSIBLE.

So what’s been keeping me busy? Let’s all laugh our asses off at the sadness that is my I-am-temporarily-a-bum but-I’m-still-getting-paid! life.

:lmao: Workout videos. I’m obsessed; and I wasted money on three videos when all I really need is Carmen Electra’s Aerobic Striptease. It serves several purposes: to bring out the lesbians in us, to prepare us for Drew’s 30th birthday, and yes, to sort of lose weight. Head rolls and finger in mouth moves, word.

:lmao: DVDs. I watch an average of four movies a day, my lawd. There I am, lying on the air bed in our lounge the whole godforsaken day that Q (Hot French Housemate) attempted to bonk me on the head with a broom this morning: STOP WATCHING TV!

:lmao: DVD-shopping. Other day, Allah and I left for Daily at 10am to get ourselves some new DVDs. The DVD place opened two and half hours later. Two and a half hours hanging out at McDonald’s, Chowking (solving Sudoku at the crossword), and Diplomat bookstore. For DVDs.

:lmao: ENTOURAGE. Entou-fucking-rage. Seasons 1 to 3, what’s taking them so long for Season 4?! I’m addicted. I haven’t even bothered starting on Seasons 3 of House and Lost.

I love you, Ari!

And that’s really just it. Oh, I have a new bed. I’ve said good-bye to my single and got a double. Finally.

Here’s the part where I tell anyone who cares what the deal is between Chuchubells and I.

First, a fact: I AM A PUSSY. Second, I am— once again— The Other Woman. Jesus Christ, Helga!, I know. Girlfriend of seven years tucked away in Canada, both have agreed that if Chuchubells leaves, they get married. We talked, I know he has plans of going to Canada (surprise, so do the Webers), he says it’s his choice and he’s here in the country, isn’t he?

Because I am Queen Pussy, we talked over the phone, he came over, we cuddled in bed and sorted it out. Conclusion: we still want to carry on seeing each other.

He wanted to end things yesterday, though. My fault: I always turn psycho on him when I’m drunk, and he couldn’t take my childish crap anymore. I asked for his mailing address so I could Air21 back his things. But yeah, I was totally kidding, I like the guy. I’m buying him a new lava lamp as an apology.