BOO I AM SO TIRED BOO!

February 2, 2007 at 6:02 am | Filed under camwhorage, ditz drivel

In yar face.

Okay, I’m tired and my legs are freezing and I only have 61 calls. Nineteen more to go, less than an hour left. Plus, a bunch of e-mails to send out. ARGHARGH, this whole The Internet Is Allowed thing is very distracting.

Bakla ba boss mo? Oo naman!

I think I’m gonna break things off with Chuchubells. But I don’t know. There’s something verrry adorable about the guy, even though the Y!M smiley that best describes his face is this:

And I still don’t have a place to live.

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LIFE IS GOOD, AGAIN.

January 15, 2007 at 12:58 am | Filed under ditz drivel, joyful girl, technicolor lover

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.

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NEWSFLASH.

January 5, 2007 at 8:26 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride, ditz drivel

Hey kids. I resigned yesterday and I’ll be using up my remaining leave credits in such a way that the next time I have to deal with these tediously stupid Caucasians and African-Americans (no offense meant, we all know how much I love Taylor Hanson and Warrick Brown. And Melanie B. It’s just that when you’re tired and hungry and some fuck up calls in and wastes your time by hanging up as soon as you ask for their credit card information— it tries my patience) will be on the 19th. My last day with this godforsaken company.

That means I don’t know when I’ll be on-line next.

Tell me: what great sin have I committed to deserve two mentally-retarded probably-a-year-or-two-older-than-me girls singing Barny’s I Love You You Love Me song a few feet behind me?

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THE 2007 GAME PLAN.

January 3, 2007 at 1:50 am | Filed under ditz drivel

Let it be known that I thought long and hard about my purpose/s, resolution/s, and goal/s for this new year, making sure that all are achievable and that I will not resort to killing babies JUST BECAUSE.

So. First, a quick review of the year that was. 2006 was generally awesome. Two and a half heartbreaks, I am now invincible and still single lololol. Now that that’s out of the way, on to what I am totally jonesing for for 2007. Heartage for maximum optimism.

<3 Stop being such a fattie and stay 105 pounds for at least three consecutive months. Fourth month, I should be 104 mooharharhar. I will curb my hunger by taking a shower and reading How To Be A Happy Teenager (as suggested by Clem. But not to suppress my appetite, but what the hell).

<3 Start saving money. Do not take out whole salary every payday to leave stash of cash to stagnate in closet. Do not keep salary in iBank account. Hand money to mother so she can deposit it into my Metrobank account where it can earn interest. Also, do not pay rent; that way, I will always be 4,400 pesos richer than my would-be ex-housemates come the 30th of every month.

<3 Stop itching for drama. So not happening. Unfortunately.

<3 Get inked. This year, I will finally get that mermaid tattoo I’ve been wanting since March 2006. PROMISE.

<3 Learn to control anger. Will not mutter “get the fuck out of my way, you stupid bitch” at the random lady standing in front of me at the 7-11 line. Will not think that homosexuals with popped collars and girly voices and lime green sneakers need to be kicked in the nuts with the heel of my shoe. Will stop cursing at the PBCom elevators for being such a stupid software screw up.

<3 Get married. Oh yes, this year, I will con some filthy rich himbo into marriage. Future husband must be loaded, as he will be shouldering annulment costs. He must also be as cute or cuter than a Chihuahua puppy or a Siamese kitten. Immediate termination (I mean ANNULMENT) if future husband starts showing any semblance to a full-grown Chihuahua dog or full-grown Siamese cat. Must be secretly gay or bi-sexual (grounds for annulment). Must be fucking great in bed.

(I’m serious, people. I want to be married, but only until December 31, 2007 because in 2008, Mark Herras will be my boyfriend. I want my name to have that hyphen. Weber-MILBY. Shit, that sounds so wrong on way too many levels. And I doubt he’s great in bed.)

<3 Take more photos. Which reminds me: have Powershot repaired, DAMN IT.

<3 Go on more vacations. Get out of this blasted city more often. Do not pick up mobile numbers of stray post-adolescent boys while at it.

<3 Quit with the drunken drama. When drunk, hand mobile phone to someone else to hide. Do not start fights with ex-lover/s.

<3 Pick up a hobby. Note to self: collecting lovers is not considered one.

<3 Learn how to let things go. Differentiate which battles are worth fighting, and which ones deserve just a quick chain-smoking sesh before finally giving it a rest. Chikaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

And finally:

<3 Have more faith in myself. Stop selling myself short. I am, after all, God. But only to some people. And that’s still pretty significant. I think.

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HO-HO-HO! TRAIN.

December 27, 2006 at 5:11 pm | Filed under ditz drivel, joyful girl

Hey, what’s up, I’m fucking going crazy here. Two words: DIAL and UP.

So how was everyone’s Christmas, mine was so-so. It was just Allah and I because Yero wussed out and bribed us with cake. I woke up around 6pm (after some major bangin’ with Chuchubells— I don’t know why I’m in hick mode right now), threw on some clothes, and off Allah and I went to buy our noche whatever. I don’t really celebrate Christmas; I do it for the gifts, the alcohol, the hundreds of text messages, and the videoke. So we got ourselves crap wine glasses that have the tackiest clink, two whole roast chickens, RICE, and the needed liquids for our Tanduay punch. We have dinner, we drink wine, we fall asleep in the lounge. I woke up at half past twelve because there was this priest on TV, so I start poking Allah awake: It’s Christmas, Allaaaaah, it’s Christmas!!!

That photo to the left was taken months ago, I just wanted to post something somewhat festive. Or unfabulous. All right, just something downright embarrassing. The girl with the glazed drunk look, that’s Anna. The girl laughing at her, that’s Allah (she has short pixie hair now). The girl behind the two girls, the one with the crazy I’m-too-fucking-happy smile on her face, that’s me. And yeah, that’s Chuchubells taking me from behind. Aww man, did I just say that!

And I’m, like, so depressed. The eating has got to stop. I told Allah that we should finish all the food we have at the apartment; that way, we stop eating, too. Sounds logical, right (speaking of logical, I got dumber; took an IQ test several days ago and scored a 127. Call center tragedy)? Christmas morning, I devoured four slices of chocolate mousse cake with cherry icing and a chocolate-walnut muffin, followed by leftover roast chicken and rice for lunch. Oh gawd, where was I. So last night, I got myself a pair of formal shorts at Tiendesitas. I was debating with my brother’s girlfriend: small or medium? She insisted on the small. I swear, come second week of January, I WILL fit into those shorts.

Over the holidays, I realized I could never truly make it as a pornstar.

Yeah, yeah, new color scheme and image, finafuckinglly. I gotta get my ass in the bathroom, I’m taking my mom out for a movie (Mano Po, kill me now plz). Happy holidays, folks.

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