WHERE MAGIC HAS YET TO HAPPEN.
What’s up, photos of my new room.
Wooden floors! <3
I CAN ONLY BE YOUR LOVER, NEVER YOUR GIRLFRIEND.
I’ve been trying my hardest to not write about my relationship woes. But after a bottle of rhum, two hours of sleep, a ten-minute shower at 1am, a mad dash to get from Katipunan Avenue to Makati (while listening to Aimee Mann, Suzanne Vega, and Norah Jones), slipping on what’s supposed to be non-slip steps, scarring my shin, and still ending up NINEFUCKINGMINUTES late for work— please. I need this.
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WHEN I’M FAMOUS, THIS WILL ALL MATTER.
Random Confessions part I (I think):
o1. In the context of relationships, particularly with the opposite sex (because last I checked, yes, I still am woefully straight), I am attracted to power. This, I realized just recently— I always always seek out the alpha-male. Perhaps it’s my way of coping for not being as influential or as powerful or as cool as I would like to be. The men I choose to attach to myself (or attach myself to) have to have some form or level of greatness. I don’t live vicariously through movies or books; I live vicariously through the men I go to bed with.
(I’d list some examples, except I’ve been getting hits from my office IP. I’m being watched, folks, and it’s skurrring me shitless. Kinda.)
o2. I am in love. And he knows. And he doesn’t care.
(Okay, that was a bit too emo for me.)
o3. If I like you, I will swallow. Go figure.
o4. I like talking dirty… but not face-to-face. Unless I’m kidding around. Because I can never pull off that I’m-dead-serious-sexy expression. So yes, my “I want to swirl my tongue around your cock” lines are limited to only text messages and e-mails.
o5. I am obviously a very vulgar girl. Not to mention wretched, but I will not go into that. Like I said: I’m being watched.
o6. In reality, I am not as sex-crazed as this entry is making me out to be. As vulgar and wretched as I am, I am also a very decent hard-working 21-year old lady… who has taken a liking to screaming “Slut! Prostitute! Whore!” at her female housemates; and sending text messages such as “I wanna sex you up” to her South African White Boy (SAWTB) housemate (from a female housemate’s mobile phone, of course). I am also educated, and trying very hard to catch up on my reading because I miss being A Well-Read Person. I am currently flipping through the pages of Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues. How very three years ago.
K, that’s enough. Sexpornspambots, my moderation queue is ready for you.
LIKE, HAPPY HALLOWEEN.
Now that I have your attention.
Halloween tomorrow, we’re required to dress up for work. Now. I love dressing up. I love Halloween, it’s probably my favorite “holiday” ever. But why must there be a theme? And why, of all possible themes, must it be Chucky or Bride of Chucky? THAT REQUIRES SOME ACTUAL PREPARATION, and I’ve thrown away my leather jacket when I moved out of the dorm because admit it— leather jackets ARE hideous.
So as I was saying. I want to do slutty this Halloween. Black tights and something tiny. If people ask what I am, I’m either Chucky’s biatch or Chucky’s kabit. Take that, Tiffany.
BUT I WANNA BE TINKERBELL-GONE-WRONG, only because that doesn’t require any effort. I already have the black tights, the black boots, and the black (with blue polka dots) Tink dress. And the attitude problem. Peter Pan can go sit on a snowflake. Or a Coke bottle.
I’m extra-ditzy today. This is the effect of staying alcohol-free and Valium-free this past week.
Highlights of my week:
- I finally got my pride and joy: the Veronica Mars to my Back-up :cute:. I don’t know which of the FS900 series is mine, though, but she’s gorrrrrgeous. Now all I need is a customized laptop bag.
- Moving out of the condo and into the new apartment. It’s crazy how much kitchen stuff we have. After five years, I live in a house again!
- The complete season of My Name Is Earl on DVD. Jason fucking Lee is worth staying up late for.
- Last night with D. He said his “thing hurts hehe”. It’s official: I am capable of breaking dicks. :blush:
I’m off to smoke in the rain. Oh, the poetry.
AWWWW.
Thank you, Mara, for the e-mail.
From an isangsikreto entry:
Go to my LJ and check out the “she’s totally awesome” component on my layout.
Dude, I, like, miss being an LJ Celebrity or whatever.
OKAY, SO I’M OFF TO SUBMIT ANNA BERDAN’S PHOTO TO SOME MAIL-TO-ORDER BRIDE SITE. CHEERS!
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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. 
