Sippin' on Coke and Rhum...
For the first time in how many weeks, I had a nightlife. Thank you, Buddha.
Watched movies with 2 of my most beloved guy friends and then we had a threesome party in some so-so motel in Sta. Mesa, in honor of the movie Alexander, starring Colin Farrell (my ex-hubby, btw) and Angelina Jolie as the mother-and-son tandem. Lotsa gay innuendos, believe me. Made me cringe and laugh at the same time during the entire show. Anyway, back to my original yakyak... I was the camerawoman (female version for a cameraman, duh.) and filmed my 2 gay-phobic friends doing it harharhar. Sounds crazy enough? Not for me. I haven't thought of anything crazier than this as of the moment, so I'll just give the readers out here to find out if I'm fibbing or not. Har. Har. Har.
If Andre and Mart would read this, I'll be dead. For broadcasting their sexual preference? Err. Whatever.
Had Coke & Rhum ( got tired already of frozen margie, and I don't wanna get sooo drunk anyway) and told stories over sisig and exchanged point of views on life in general, working in a hell of an office, dealing with heartaches and the next best thing to do after being ass-fucked by your bestfriend. Yum. Did not get drunk, as expected --- but felt tipsy anyhow. Got home intact, good gracious Lord, thanks and can't sleep. So here I am, typing my gritty fingers away and saying my mind out loud on pink Verdana fonts. Haven't gotten any winkie in the past 48 hours, help me God.
The Rhumcoke didn't help at all... except when I was in the digicaf and in the cab with my Korean-ish friend.
I want to update this blog more, but dunno how to. Can somebody tell me how? Tag me.
Gotta get a good night's sleep, methinks I'm in for a suicidal computer ride.
Remix Craig David's Ignition on the radio for me, please. Gonna be my lullabye for tonight.
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