This is me, untying my knot.

People suck.

Well, mostly just this one person, whose main goal in life is to attack me from behind.

Backstabbing bitch.

Let's hear it for the boy...

I think enough time has passed since I went on the lunch slash blind date... so it's probably ok to post about it already.

For the record, I hate blind dates. I really do. And only because I feel pity for the schmuck who got roped into taking me out. So anyway, I met up with him at Starbucks (how predictable) and then we moseyed on over to Teriyaki Boy.

Oh wait, about the boy. He's a friend of a friend and instead of my original plan of skinning my friend for setting me up, I am now letting him stay uhm... unskinned. He's 32 years old, works at a call center and is funny as hell. I haven't laughed like that in ages! He has the appropriate amount of ink on his body, loves the fact that I'm inked too AND we have tentatively set up another date so we could go visit my tattoo artist. So fun.

It was originally just a lunch date but it went on until he had to go to work. So he took me home, and he went to work. We haven't stopped texting since. So fun. Wait, I said that already.

He knows about this blog and I told him that I'll post about him soon. So... buster, if you're reading this, smile. Or laugh. I think they're looking for the spoon still. You're so evil. I love it.


Edit:
This is in not THE DATE FROM HELL. That was a different boy. Already people are texting me about it. Why they would think I had fun with the most egotistic, self-important dillhole is beyond me. So no, this is not Mr. Scraggly Ass McDillhole. I think he's still looking for his nuts.

Then and now...

Look at how short my hair was a couple of years back.... holy crap! I dunno how I convinced myself that I liked my hair short. I lied. I don't.



Now... that's more like it. So girly, but I don't give a rat's scraggly ass. I love it. There I said it. I love my long hair.

If you repeat it though, I'll deny it and I'll stuff your nuts so far up your ass, it'll take two hamsters to dig 'em out.

By the bay...

I know it's small but you get the idea. The first two pictures are from my camera and the last two are from Christian's. My cam kicks his cam's ass. Hehe.

We are such a bunch of gooks.

S'more, please?

For those in the know.... there should've been one more "pairs" picture in this mix but bleh... can't really post it.

OOooh Sparkly!

It's the tree at San Miguel by the Bay at the back of MOA... err MAA. Sorry, Mico. Anyway, there are more pictures to be posted.... prepared to be overwhelmed.

Gross generalization.

I'm swearing off men, the internet and fun for 2009.

Now what?

This is the first time that I've spent Christmas eve and day alone, at home. I was prepared to be depressed and hopeless. I even expected to feel resentful that I was spending, what is normally a family day, alone but surprisingly, I didn't feel that way.

Friends called. Family texted. I made pasta and garlic bread. I settled down to watch TV around 9pm and I couldn't decide what to watch. I kept changing channels. I didn't know what I wanted to watch. Until I came across, Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium on StarMovies.

It looked like my kind of movie... I mean, hello, TOYS! And Natalie Portman. Need I say more? Anyway, I didn't expect to be so bowled over by the movie, I especially loved the little boy Eric and the adorable way he just reached out and touched my heart.

And of course, Dustin Hoffman just.... I dunno... made me believe. In myself. I felt like he was talking to me. No, I didn't think I was Natalie Portman but I have lost all my faith in myself. Until he said this one particular line...

"Your life is an occasion. Rise to it."

You know what? I believe I will.

A couple of things...

Posted pictures over at Livejournal. If you're not a friend, tough.

There's a reason why I loathe being friends with women... they just can't be happy for you, can they? They have to be snide, jealous and insulting. That's why I have more male friends than female. Females are just fucked up.

I'm going to be spending Christmas alone at home. 'Tis the season to be pissed off at everybody and nobody in particular but I don't necessarily want to be THE wet blanket at this year's family reunion-slash-gathering so I opted to stay home.

For next year's big feat, I'm going to go all out and become my most misogynistic self. Fuck it, who needs friends?

It just keeps coming...

The way I see it, if I want to stay sane, at least for the holidays, I can do one of three things...

a) delete my account in facebook
b) remove some people from my friends list
c) get a crowbar and pry my heart out

I'm leaning towards the third option. Mostly because I love the fact that I can take out my rage on a couple of low level vampires on Vampire Wars and I have no valid reason to remove people from my list.

The sweetest, most comforting phrase in the whole world... "You killed your opponent."

Bunny Boyd!

I want one.

Regression is Fun.

We are a bunch of childish hooligans. And it's freaking great!

Frustration.

What good is it to fight when you can't even have glorious make-up sex after? Damnation.

Tis the season to be screwed.

So.. yep. I'm a free agent. Right before Christmas. Ya-fucking-hoo.

Click.

So.

I've been remiss in my blogging. I have no valid reason. None at all. Nada. Zilch.

I have been going out with friends though... and that is always fun. Once I get everything settled and uploaded, I'll post pictures.

I have tons.

I made the list!

It's murder, this whole trying-to-be-nice-because-I-want-loads-of-stuff-on-Christmas deal. It just makes me itch so bad. I mean, sure, I'm not a horrible person but I'm not one of them frighteningly nice people. You know what I mean. They're the people who you do every unimaginable horrid thing to and they still forgive and love you. People who wake up with smiles on their faces. Ugh.

But yeah, anyway, for the better part of the year, I did try my very best to make it to the nice list. Sure, I've been naughty too but isn't that nice for some people? So when you really think of it, even if I made it to the naughty list, that's still a good thing and I should still get what I want for Christmas. Right?

What? There's no such thing as the naughty or nice list? Are you effin' kidding me? Seriously?

Bah, who cares? I'm still listing down the stuff that I want for Christmas. Because, one, you never know when somebody would actually get you something off of your list, and two, it never hurt nobody to believe in a jolly old fat guy in a red suit that only works once a year delivering presents to nice children all over the world.

So here goes:

A Domo Kun Plush Keychain
A Flickr Pro account
A Threadless shirt

There's more but I'll list them later.

It did, didn't it?

Thank gawd for camera phones. Otherwise I wouldn't have been able to take a picture of what I think is a very, very cool phenomenon known as Planetary Conjunction. So that right there is Venus and Jupiter with a crescent moon thrown in for good measure. I'm too lazy to post the actual scientific 'splanation... soooo... Google it yourselves. Harhar.

Anyway, whatever scientific mumbo jumbo it's called, I still like to think of it as "The Day the Heavens Decided to Give Me A Break."

My own special brand of heroin...

Sometimes, all you need to cure a broken heart is to spend the day with the people who love you unconditionally.

Of course, it also helps if you spend it by pigging out on pasta and pizza, acting like lunatics and watching a gorgeous vampire on the big screen.

Hooked.

So.... yeah. I am completely in love with him. I should be shot between the eyes. Oy.