Boomer.

I'm suspended mid-air and I have no clue as to what I should be doing. I try to distance myself from this stupid incessant crush but somehow it just won't leave me be.

I am stuck.

It's like the stars aligned and misaligned and re-aligned only to fuck me over. I am in so many levels of deep shit. I can say it's funny and be light and just laugh about it, but really, I can't cause it's not.

.......

Wanna make it worse? I got no one to talk to. I want to talk, and just talk about this for a million times until it loses its meaning. Like how you play a song over and over and eventually get sick of it. I want that. I want to spoil it rotten and eventually throw it away. But seriously, who would want to hear me rant over and over about the same gorram thing?!

And this is why I started creating my imaginary audience, so I can vent to an impartial party.

I just seriously need to clear my head. I want to clear my head and move on to more important things. But...

No one is inspiring enough to help me work on more substantial matters (aside from - and I can't believe I am actually saying this - matters of the heart. There, I said it. Eww). I want to go back to being productive - back to having plans - and back to when I could still say I got pride for the work I do. Yeah, good luck with that!

** Because I am just ranting and I don't even know what my point is anymore (happens to me alot - that's how incoherent I am nowadays), let's end this now.

Good night, mofos.

Good morning to you, too, World.

It's 8:30am and I already want this day to end. I woke up assuring myself it was all a dream.

Of course it wasn't.

World, send me back to sleep. It's only been a few hours since I got home and I have a lot to do at work today. I need my rest.

Memories, come and haunt me some other time. I'm tired and I can no longer think. Please let me go now.

Sun, cover yourself a bit. I still don't wanna wake up. Start shining again 'round 9:30? Please?

I honestly do not know what to do.

Happy Valentine's Fuckazzz.

It's Valentine's Day. Let's all get drunk.

On a different, more single-friendly note (setting aside all the cheesiness and mumbo-jumbo of heart heart heart Valentines heart heart heart because come on, I'm bitter and I don't wanna dwell deeper into my self-abusive behavior), I've been having so much fun this past couple of days. Yes, there are occasional bouts of mood swings and spacing out, but everything's dandy.

Peachy keen, jelly bean.

I don't think I've ever seen my life as clear as I do now. Wow ah. I guess it's because I spend more time on my own now that I actually get to think about myself and not just focus on all the drama relationships entail. I love it.

So since it is Vday and I have nothing else better to do (and because I feel compelled to celebrate it for whatever reason... but mostly just because I'm bored), let me give you a blow-by-blow of how crazy my day has been so far -- not that you really care, but I would want to remember days such as this when I get older. I would love to Google my name 30 years from now and read about how dumb I was (and still may be). It's fun. You should do it. The internet is the new time capsule.

*I just sneezed so hard it feels like I spewed a few lobes of my brain out. Haha.*

Don't worry, I'll make it really short.

Meatshop2 --> Banchetto

See????

And my embarrassing photo of the night (because it's so awful that I love it)

Use protection, fellaz.

Oh, Hello

You're kinda cute. Thanks for making my day. :)