catharsis in blog and booze
so the past few weeks have been an exercise in retardation. mainly because a certain meanses bitch has been unbelievably fun and adorable (when not jinxing, annoying, and mocking me in violation of a moratorium). partly because i've been for the most part more sober than usual and so more able to appreciate the flowers and the trees and the birds and the bees and all that shit--though the sobriety is in large part the influence of said meanses bitch, so blush na all you want yihee.
but of course me being me however much i try to avoid conflict there are things that manage to penetrate my veil of tranquility and just piss me off. so i will write about them now in the hopes that doing so will prevent any melt down.
like certain sanctimonious hypocritical ingrates who aren't worth more than this paragraph. let's fucking see if i waste four september weekends on you. waste of good drinking time. sumbitches.
like a person i used to call friend pero sge na, wag na lang. i prefer my friends with a bit more backbone, thank you very much. and you will find that i am much more unforgiving and unbending and all the unfavorable-to-your-cause-"un's" than i was when you and your idiotic friends first got to know me. at this point in my life where i no longer care about pleasing people i find that i am happier, so sorry nalang talaga. i'm not at all willing to keep on making excuses for someone's weakness of character. so there.
like a certain exam i am proud to say i studied for (and for the most part stayed sober for) but, like all of the sumbitch exams i've had in the past five semesters of my life as a lost student, i will most probably royally flunk. the hell do i care about checks and promissory notes anyway? it's not like i have enough money these days to negotiate any instrument with. same goes for rules on evidence i would very much like to use in my future career as a lawyer but if my stupidity keeps up i might never have a career in law. (if i may add, a certain meanses bitch had something to do with this. you jinxed me booger). in sum,
me+exams of any sort= failure.
good luck nalang sa bar. but if booger continues to jinx me the bar might be far far away and i won't have to worry about it come 2009.
the list goes on and on it seems, but anyways, them's the shits. nothing a good blog vent and lots of beer can't handle.
but of course me being me however much i try to avoid conflict there are things that manage to penetrate my veil of tranquility and just piss me off. so i will write about them now in the hopes that doing so will prevent any melt down.
like certain sanctimonious hypocritical ingrates who aren't worth more than this paragraph. let's fucking see if i waste four september weekends on you. waste of good drinking time. sumbitches.
like a person i used to call friend pero sge na, wag na lang. i prefer my friends with a bit more backbone, thank you very much. and you will find that i am much more unforgiving and unbending and all the unfavorable-to-your-cause-"un's" than i was when you and your idiotic friends first got to know me. at this point in my life where i no longer care about pleasing people i find that i am happier, so sorry nalang talaga. i'm not at all willing to keep on making excuses for someone's weakness of character. so there.
like a certain exam i am proud to say i studied for (and for the most part stayed sober for) but, like all of the sumbitch exams i've had in the past five semesters of my life as a lost student, i will most probably royally flunk. the hell do i care about checks and promissory notes anyway? it's not like i have enough money these days to negotiate any instrument with. same goes for rules on evidence i would very much like to use in my future career as a lawyer but if my stupidity keeps up i might never have a career in law. (if i may add, a certain meanses bitch had something to do with this. you jinxed me booger). in sum,
me+exams of any sort= failure.
good luck nalang sa bar. but if booger continues to jinx me the bar might be far far away and i won't have to worry about it come 2009.
the list goes on and on it seems, but anyways, them's the shits. nothing a good blog vent and lots of beer can't handle.
posted by peach at 2:28 AM
1 Comments:
hmm, can't help hoping i'm not the person you used to call friend... :)
Post a Comment
<< Home