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past babble
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
and yet... I still feel like
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Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I am going to kill myself, Pt. 2
ARGH•UGH•SIGH!!!!
What a freaking day.
No one can get my freaking name right. I have 2 last names and they
are reversed on my plane ticket. Now, even after my constant haggling
with 3rd party travel agent, even tho it's all their fault, the only
thing that they can suggest for me to do is pray that the lady at
the ticket counter ain't in a bitchy mood.
cuz if she is...
she ain't letting me on my plane.
And to make matters worse, the customer service rep. that I've been dealing
with of said agency, can't even get my name correct either! Even after
I've told her what it was she started a letter to me as...
"Dear Mr. Mujinaga..."
OMG I'm going to fucking kill myself. And to make matters worse, I'm supposed
to host this meeting where my name is on there by mistake.
WTF!?!?!?!?
What else can possibly go wrong today? Being told to scrap this...
Fig 1.
For this run-of-the-mill DC bullshit everyday crap...
Fig 2.
...this (ugh)
with one slab of a "I don't get iiiiit" comment
What a freaking day.
No one can get my freaking name right. I have 2 last names and they
are reversed on my plane ticket. Now, even after my constant haggling
with 3rd party travel agent, even tho it's all their fault, the only
thing that they can suggest for me to do is pray that the lady at
the ticket counter ain't in a bitchy mood.
cuz if she is...
she ain't letting me on my plane.
And to make matters worse, the customer service rep. that I've been dealing
with of said agency, can't even get my name correct either! Even after
I've told her what it was she started a letter to me as...
"Dear Mr. Mujinaga..."
OMG I'm going to fucking kill myself. And to make matters worse, I'm supposed
to host this meeting where my name is on there by mistake.
WTF!?!?!?!?
What else can possibly go wrong today? Being told to scrap this...
Fig 1.
For this run-of-the-mill DC bullshit everyday crap...
Fig 2.
...this (ugh)
with one slab of a "I don't get iiiiit" comment
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Spaztic Humpday
uh oh... somebody woke up on the ditsy side of bed.
After cramming an unusually larger than normal load OF WORK
over the past couple of days, today I woke up by the sheer chance of
hearing the city's incessant sirens going off on the busy street
that we live on. I don't even remember getting into the showers'
but when I did, I couldn't even muster the energy to bend over
to wash my feet... it was so bad... it was like a pseudo puerto rican
shower except I did use soap, but only from the neck to thigh region.
It was like flapping hands over myself while lathering/washing/peeing
all at once. I couldn't even be bothered to wet my hair. I still was
so out of it that when I looked at my reflection, I was already satisfied
with my 'bed-head' look and didn't see the need for a shave, which I've
done daily since 13. Thank god I was raised right because I made sure to
pack a pack of chewing gum, even tho I do recall brushing my teeth.
To seal the deal, I took an official mexican bath and spritzed the
yuppiest gay stench we have, Gaultier me thinks.
By the time I played dress up, I was an automatic taxpayer in motion.
Item by item, my innate design sense dressed me up spiffily, trusting that
the end look would be better than if I had actually tried to look good.
The outcome garnered me 3 compliments this morning alone, so trust me, I'm
that good, heh. But my sense of perspective must've been off cuz I jumped
at the sight of my shadow, tightened my belt buckle 2 holes too much and
wore a pair of underwears that are as we type here, WAY TOO TIGHT I
feel a groin pain coming on... ugh
But what I think was the dumbest thing I did today was walk out the house with the
TV remote control on my way to work and didn't even realize it even after dialing
on it and putting it onto my ear for a while. Only when I angrily looked at
what I thought was my cellphone for the lack of tone, did I see that it
was a remote controller. Talk about an embarrassing walk of shame back home.
Another thing I have to note to myself about is that, 2 days old Chinese food
is way too old to eat anymore.
After cramming an unusually larger than normal load OF WORK
over the past couple of days, today I woke up by the sheer chance of
hearing the city's incessant sirens going off on the busy street
that we live on. I don't even remember getting into the showers'
but when I did, I couldn't even muster the energy to bend over
to wash my feet... it was so bad... it was like a pseudo puerto rican
shower except I did use soap, but only from the neck to thigh region.
It was like flapping hands over myself while lathering/washing/peeing
all at once. I couldn't even be bothered to wet my hair. I still was
so out of it that when I looked at my reflection, I was already satisfied
with my 'bed-head' look and didn't see the need for a shave, which I've
done daily since 13. Thank god I was raised right because I made sure to
pack a pack of chewing gum, even tho I do recall brushing my teeth.
To seal the deal, I took an official mexican bath and spritzed the
yuppiest gay stench we have, Gaultier me thinks.
By the time I played dress up, I was an automatic taxpayer in motion.
Item by item, my innate design sense dressed me up spiffily, trusting that
the end look would be better than if I had actually tried to look good.
The outcome garnered me 3 compliments this morning alone, so trust me, I'm
that good, heh. But my sense of perspective must've been off cuz I jumped
at the sight of my shadow, tightened my belt buckle 2 holes too much and
wore a pair of underwears that are as we type here, WAY TOO TIGHT I
feel a groin pain coming on... ugh
But what I think was the dumbest thing I did today was walk out the house with the
TV remote control on my way to work and didn't even realize it even after dialing
on it and putting it onto my ear for a while. Only when I angrily looked at
what I thought was my cellphone for the lack of tone, did I see that it
was a remote controller. Talk about an embarrassing walk of shame back home.
Another thing I have to note to myself about is that, 2 days old Chinese food
is way too old to eat anymore.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
self actualization
sadly, today marks a tragic day that one has to acknowledge.
it has been some time coming, and yes, foolishly, i have been
putting the obvious aside for a moments worth of extended happiness.
alas, no more able to face myself for the lies i have been telling
myself time and time again, i, have been forced to realize the
truth that is of my core.
no sympathy needed, i deserve what i have bestowed upon myself.
you can only blame others for so long, but, in the end of the day,
you have to face your own demons. and to continue to deny the
obvious because of some uncomfortable truth, will only prolong the
problem, where, in the end, dare i say, may leave me in a predicament
far worse than one can ever imagine...
today, i threw away all of my size 29 jeans...and some of my size 30
pants too
bwahahahaaaaa
it has been some time coming, and yes, foolishly, i have been
putting the obvious aside for a moments worth of extended happiness.
alas, no more able to face myself for the lies i have been telling
myself time and time again, i, have been forced to realize the
truth that is of my core.
no sympathy needed, i deserve what i have bestowed upon myself.
you can only blame others for so long, but, in the end of the day,
you have to face your own demons. and to continue to deny the
obvious because of some uncomfortable truth, will only prolong the
problem, where, in the end, dare i say, may leave me in a predicament
far worse than one can ever imagine...
today, i threw away all of my size 29 jeans...and some of my size 30
pants too
bwahahahaaaaa
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
DC Restaurant Week
should be called DC RestauRANK Week!
Serving days old less than par marginally passable foods during this week to
promote your services defies the purpose of this events' intent.
Without naming names, dc chop house's, olives were fermented, steak was plane old
bland, tough and did I say old? Strawberry shortcake was a biscuit halved with
iced whipped cream and canned strawberries if ever such a thing did exist.
Wilted Caesar salad, crumbling corn bread and waaaay smaller than usual appetizer
portions...The only good thing that came from it was the functioning AC in
the blistering heat, unlike Ja... no names no names
Serving days old less than par marginally passable foods during this week to
promote your services defies the purpose of this events' intent.
Without naming names, dc chop house's, olives were fermented, steak was plane old
bland, tough and did I say old? Strawberry shortcake was a biscuit halved with
iced whipped cream and canned strawberries if ever such a thing did exist.
Wilted Caesar salad, crumbling corn bread and waaaay smaller than usual appetizer
portions...The only good thing that came from it was the functioning AC in
the blistering heat, unlike Ja... no names no names
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
things not do to
point out a new friend's facelift scar, they are no longer your friend.
tell a family member that their spouse treats them like shit, it's NOYB apparently.
make plans with everybody and follow through on nobody, shifty shady flakey.
tell a family member that their spouse treats them like shit, it's NOYB apparently.
make plans with everybody and follow through on nobody, shifty shady flakey.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
CTR
last weekend, at a jewelry exhibition soiree, too gay and they only had champagne drinks, i wore this little piece of jewelry to play my part at this event. still hurting from the night before, i jokingly "acronymed" the initials of the ring, CTR, to cuntaroo. my boif loves Ru, Roo of Winnie the pooh and me, only being able to device cunta from the letters C and T, came up with this cutesy bit, cuntaroo. my bu is a cuntaroo and on and on i giggled while calling him that. he didn't mind at all, he got the joke, it was an intimate moment shared in the showers'.
so we're at this soiree, and i'm having glass after glass of veuve clicquot where i was actually having a pretty decent time with these ladies of the yesteryear's punctuated conversations about jewelry, hereditary rights and who's who of purchased art. when out of no where, one of them, whom i was suspecting as a lesbian, pointed to my pinky ring and asked me if i knew what it stood for.
this pinky ring i had on was shaped like a teeny green medallion with the initials, CTR, on it. a gift that my bu had gotten from this girl in kindergarten. being a pack rat, he's kept it all these years and i had appropriated as my own and worn it to this event of jewelry. without letting the lesbian further divulge what she thought it meant, i told her that i didn't know, but had made a silly nickname from it for my boif using these initials, which she then asked for. hesitantly, i told her, knowing that, it was a semi-insult to any woman, but, hey, she seemed lesbianic so, i thought, what the hell, she must love pussy.
turns out it's a ring for the Mormon faith and that no, she's not a lesbian but had just suffered from cancer and was recovering from chemotherapy which was why her hair was short and not dyke-ish. oh, and it stands for "Choose the Right."
woops
oh hush already! turns out that she's Mormon, as was her 'friend'... who also
appeared lesbianic to my blurry intoxicated eyes.
lord all mighty jesus christ for the love of god jesus joseph and mary...
why in the world do i always end up putting my foot in my mouth.
oh well, at least i know what that ring stands for and it's not cuntaroo anymore...
so we're at this soiree, and i'm having glass after glass of veuve clicquot where i was actually having a pretty decent time with these ladies of the yesteryear's punctuated conversations about jewelry, hereditary rights and who's who of purchased art. when out of no where, one of them, whom i was suspecting as a lesbian, pointed to my pinky ring and asked me if i knew what it stood for.
this pinky ring i had on was shaped like a teeny green medallion with the initials, CTR, on it. a gift that my bu had gotten from this girl in kindergarten. being a pack rat, he's kept it all these years and i had appropriated as my own and worn it to this event of jewelry. without letting the lesbian further divulge what she thought it meant, i told her that i didn't know, but had made a silly nickname from it for my boif using these initials, which she then asked for. hesitantly, i told her, knowing that, it was a semi-insult to any woman, but, hey, she seemed lesbianic so, i thought, what the hell, she must love pussy.
turns out it's a ring for the Mormon faith and that no, she's not a lesbian but had just suffered from cancer and was recovering from chemotherapy which was why her hair was short and not dyke-ish. oh, and it stands for "Choose the Right."
woops
oh hush already! turns out that she's Mormon, as was her 'friend'... who also
appeared lesbianic to my blurry intoxicated eyes.
lord all mighty jesus christ for the love of god jesus joseph and mary...
why in the world do i always end up putting my foot in my mouth.
oh well, at least i know what that ring stands for and it's not cuntaroo anymore...
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