ON THEIR UNCANNY SIMILARITIES.
I know vague entries are no fun. But if I don’t hit it, someone else will. Just like jailbait.
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THREE THINGS.
EDIT// Haha! Who bitchslapped who— I fucking aced the assessment.
One. I feel like stabbing my head with a spoon. One week of learning and working with Sabre and I’m about thisclose to giving up and endorsing myself to our HR department for a position in maintenance. It’s all codes and commands and again: I REFUSE! to be had by a string of letters and crosses of Lorraines and filters and dashes and slashes and ARGH!!! It all follows a certain logic and I’ve got that nailed. It’s the fact that I. Don’t. Get. The Process. that’s killing me. And command pricing (forcing prices on flights) has me down on my knees.
I’m scared (not skurrred) for tonight’s first assessment.
Two. The other morning, D sent me the most romantic message in the eleven months we’ve known each other: You suck, dude.
A heart tug, a heart pop!, and after four months, I finally get it. I don’t recycle men.
Three. Goat.
Okay, I’m off to get bitchslapped by Sabre. :(
AND IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE!
Mikey has challenged me to a drinkoff.
Too lazy to click the link? You suck Cambodian smelly garbage man balls.
Helga: You and me. Anywhere in Ortigas. First one who throws up(Or loses all sense of inhibition and proceeds to do something silly) loses. What say you? *Slaps Helga with a leather glove*
In other news, D is bugging me for a rebooty. It’s either I’m that good, or his girlfriend really just sucks.
WHEN THE WEEKEND LANDS.
Yay, edit, because sex videos are sex videos, rawr! See a penis inside the vagina? And lots more, like some guy making love to his flashlight.
I think Saturdays are pretty awesome.
Last night was insane, though, and I’d rather forget about it and will myself into thinking it never existed. So. Photos from last last Saturday, during Misha’s (who is one yummy stud muffin and has a hot last name) and Adrian’s joint birthday bash. Possibly one of the best Saturday nights spent in the city ever. Because we ended up in Tagaytay, hehe. Plus, it was the good kind of drunk, as I was still pretty lucid when Klassy drove me home at six in the morning, Sunday.
Throwing myself at the birthday boy. And yes, that’s my underwear.
Fabulous people. But Ade’s missing.
Who wants a penis up their ass? You do!
Sanya let me smoke in her car!
Klassy is hot stuff beautiful.
Tequila Barbie.
Misha and I were up to something?
Misha is so hot, I’d give him head in public.
There’s something very Hanson-y about this shot. And no, it’s just not cos of the two fan girls.
Happy!
I ♥ these boys. See, the party was more than a week ago and I’m still recovering. Well, not really.
I think I wanna go sober.
STOP, LOOK, DISCERN.
There’s always something slightly melancholic when talking to an ex, no matter how well the conversation goes. And of course, being me, that wistfulness is quickly swatted away once verbal carnal sweetness comes into play.
Someone from my recent past has made his way back into (k, that’s enough links) my present.
Apparently, the girlfriend isn’t performing her fleshly duties.
Two wrongs are only the beginning.
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Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
