I don’t know what I’m doing here. I just got up from a 2-hour sleep and went “It’s frickin’ hot. Fuck this shit, I’m going to McDonald’s in Emerald.” So maybe I do know why I’m here. I can’t sleep. Because it’s frickin’ hot at the apartment. Also, I blame a girl. It’s always about a girl, isn’t it?
At this hour, with little sleep, only random things can be blogged by my random brain. What does that even mean, “random brain”? Tss.
They’re playing Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus songs here. Beggars can’t be choosers.
I want a new name. Here’s a list of the names I’m considering:
Dr. Bloodfang McKickface
Laserwolf Deathplosion
Thunderfire Venomclaw
Bomber Satanblood
Hurricane Sharkpunch
Babyface Killswitch
Hellskull Gravetalon
Rocky St. Bazooka
Electroslash Supernova
Stabhammer Devilbone
I saw a copy of FHM at the apartment and I browsed through it. I haven’t read a whole issue in years. Now I remember why. Who needs a men’s magazine when we’ve got THE INTERNET?
My job. I’m not going to talk about it. Moving on.
Dear The Girl Called Trouble, I don’t know what’s up, but know this: I’m still hopelessly in love with you and I’m too legit to quit. If you walk out on me, I’m walking after you. Deal with it. Love your new Facebook profile pic, BTW.
What is up with people leaving Tumblr, right?
I miss UPLB. Every frickin’ day. I go there every chance I get but every frickin’ time, I get reminded that yes, I can always visit, but I really can’t go back. Which is sad, really.
I want to write a list of Dudes I Want To Punch In The Throat, but they’re not worth it. I’d write a list of Girls I’d Like To Bone instead.
I like beer.
Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already? Is it Friday already?
Where shall I go after this?
Annnnnd that is all. This is so stupid.
wassap baddie? It's always a girl, ain't it? If you're ever up for some non-alcoholic fun tell me and I'll fix something up.
Baddie! Surely, they were also playing the Lady Gaga song and the acoustic version of the same Lady Gaga song? Drats.
@Treiz there is no such thing as "non-alcoholic fun."
@Lauren: You mean Poker Face? Yes and yes. :(
"It's always about a girl, isn't it?"
-You sound like a brooding John Cusack. Mas gwapo ka lang. Yeeehee. :)
@Alex: You girls always lie to me. :(
no lying, you are more brooding and cuter than John Cusack :)
baddie you zo sad. i feel yah
@DK: You Dianas always make me blush. *blush*
@Tin: Hughug, Bibi Tin.
I enjoyed this post. ;)
And the "deal with it" part, I laughed at that.
Will be following, if you don't mind.
Girls I'd like to bone? What's that supposed to mean? Lol.
Insomnia treated with a heavy dose of blogging equals very-random-sometimes-meaningful-oftentimes-pointless post. I get that, too.
This isn't stupid. It's pure holiness of words.
[...] I’ve mentioned before that I haven’t bought a copy of FHM in ages. I just don’t think it’s worth it. Every time I see a copy of FHM on a magazine rack, I see a hot chick seducing me to give up 150 pesos for stuff that I can find all over the Internet. I always get tempted, but I’m strong. I’m always like “Fuck you, FHM! You’re not the boss of my manly desires!“ And then I walk away, proud of myself. Not this time, though. It’s Sam Pinto, you guys! I’ve been crushing on her ever since I first saw that Voice combo sandwich. And today, I think I just moved it up a notch. [...]