Seeing Tess and Marc last Tuesday made me think about going back to school and trying to teach.
Just for the hell of it, last Tuesday I brought my sister to UP, parked in front of the Bio building, and ate lunch at Casaa. Blue marlin with buttered vegetables, natch. The guys who cleared the tables [...]
Archive for January, 2006
Sylvia Plath must be rolling over in her grave
Published Date: January 22nd, 2006Category: Artsy Fartsy
Taken from Postsecret
Oh, come on, don’t tell me you were never thirteen and took a butter frikking knife to your wrist because your parents ate you out for having too many phone calls from a boy, or whatever.
Ahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy
Not that I’m simplifying anything, but that’s some pretty good poetry, imo.
[Post deleted due to increasing fame] Alright, enough. You kids find your fun elsewhere; I might get in trouble because of this post, says the uber-paranoid boyfriend with too-long hair. Sufficient to say, the post was about boyfriends (not mine) in the closet and who grind fab-fags on the dance floor, and corrupt little bitches [...]
Wala lang pang asar lang.
Le sigh.
Shet di ko kasi napanood yung speech nya. Pero sabi ni Aya cute daw niya.
Haaaaaaay.
*****
In other news, my cat’s been added to Catster.com. His name’s Mumuy. Be his friend.
In other cat news, one of our formerly missing cats, Jedi, who was also my dead grandmother’s favorite, miraculously returned to the [...]
Breaking news: Hugh Laurie just won a Golden Globe, which is sending shivers down my frikking spine.
*Sigh*
I love House. I spent Sunday watching House.
I was fucking giddy when he and Stacy made out in episode eleven. They are the only two people about 40 (and who look it) who look good kissing.I feel like a [...]
I’ve been listening to a lot of oldish sad songs, and by old I mean stuff I’ve been listening to for 3 years or more. Back when Napster and KaZaA were gods. I don’t understand that new shit these days, and if you have a T1 connection in the office, you finally understand how shitty [...]
The Funnest Part of My Grandmother’s Wake
Published Date: January 7th, 2006Category: God and the Big Questions, Not that you're Interested in my Life
I met a couple of good looking second cousins during my grandmother’s funeral.
You gotta love ‘em funerals. If someone in your household dies, you’re bound to be in the wake every day until the body’s buried, passing around juice, biscuits, ensaymada. But then you can only look busy so much; sooner or later, as all [...]
Secretly, we just want the freedom to be foolish.I was actually going to add, “permission to be pathetic”, but that would have been a tad bit of overkill.
I had realized what had made you special to me; why the mention of your name gave me a nice nostalgic fuzzy feeling; not the hot flash of [...]