When I think of you, I touch myself....XOXO

I almost cried last Tuesday coz I thought that one of the most important person in my life forgot one of the most important event of my life.

But today…

Pumasok ng dorm

Nag - Sign in

Walked to the bulletin board, hoping to find anything about me written on it, it didn’t even have to be anything significant, just a sign that I matter

Turned to climb up the stairs

Ate Guard sumigaw, Marie! Pa-receive muna nito!

Akala ko may nakaing kakaiba ang nanay ko at pinadala pa through LBC and plane ticket ko for March

Nakita ko, sender, written in the ever familiar I-so-hate-you-for-having-such-awesome-handwriting, 

RHYNDYLL FAYE BARTOLABA

I had to check who it was supposed to be sent to

MARIE ANGELIE FRANCISCO

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!

Opened the huge LBC plastic

Found a tiny tiny blue envelope

Pulled out a black USB with a note on it

It read,

Betch!!!

Because the best things come in small packages (8gb small that is :P)

You didn’t think I’d forget you turning 22 on 2/22 right? I hope this gets to you on time but if not, well, still, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETCH!

You know I love you.

Of course I’m supposed to make a wish for you and so I will – I wish that you get the everyday O you want. As in OVERLOAD of happiness and satisfaction. OPEN the usb and you’ll see.

XOXO,

Dhyll

I literally had to sit down for a minute just to breathe and take it all in. Then I ran to my room to open it on my laptop and found an entire season of Gossip Girl! Yes, message received.

I know I should have called or texted, but how the hell can you run to someone’s arms and hug them through text? So I thought of making the next best thing, offer an entire blog in thanksgiving. :D I don’t even know how to begin. I got the surprise cake, the love and company of friends and family, the wonderful dinner and evening but I never thought I’d EVER have anything delivered to me for my birthday….EVER.

That was by far THE BETCH gift I have ever received in my entire life.

I should have suspected something was up when Angel asked for my address (haha I’m just assuming she was a part of it too). What makes this gift so unbelievably heartwarming and thoughtful and basically just EVERYTHING I could ever ask for was the amount of thought, planning and effort to ride a tricycle in GenSan’s extreme sun and fall in line in one of LBC’s dirtiest and smelliest branch in the country. I’ve always dreamed of someone planning and scheming behind my back just to give the PERFECT gift, and this has got to be it! Damn betch. I’m seriously still in shock. I swear to God, if you were a boy, I’d kiss you the moment I see you.

The only words that kept popping up in my head were, Oh God thank you so much for giving me her. Eeew, ang drama. But as sappy as it sounds, it’s true! By her, I mean both you and Angel. Haha. Hindi pa ako sure if kasabwat talaga siya dito. At ang awkward din naman kasi ng thank you for giving me them.

I don’t intend to make this a long one, writing about it just can’t do justice to the AWESOMENESS that the two of you are right now. I just LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH I could cry.

And just so you know, I intend to topple your gift.

XOXO,

Rie

Losing the Big V

Let's just say this isn't based on what happened to me yesterday on Valentine's day.

And since we've all agreed this isn't about me, I just wanted to write a bitter blog just so if you happen to have the worst Valentine's you could ever have from your boyfriend of five years, you'd have something to ease your pain knowing somebody's been there too. But since I said this didn't really happen yesterday, let's say you're really just on your own. And let's also agree that I'm not writing this because I could barely sleep last night from all the petty crying. Deal? Okay let's start.

Yesterday was, as my single friends fondly called it, Forever Alone Day. Funny how that sounded like being single that day was the worst thing that could happen to you. In a way, it sort of was. Imagine going to the mall and seeing all those lovesick lovebirds (who are probably still checked in to Sogo as we speak) were flaunting all their silly stupid teddy bears that had overrated hearts (which was originally based on the shape of the human ass, yeah, you were holding things that shit came out of) glued to their hands. And how can we forget the sickly scent from all those huge ass bouquets swinging about. Damn. Who the hell needs flowers anyway. And I can certainly tell you that I didn't cry when I saw all those overrated, shallow, pretentious tokens of affection being carried by all those temporarily happy girls. 

Okay, one thing you need to know about me: I'm low maintenance. If I sense that paying for a meal is a little too much for you, I'll gladly lend you money. I don't need big cars or fancy gifts. I'll be more than happy to accept a very simple but thoughtful gift (a funny joke written on a tissue paper with a smiley on it is enough for me). I'm not rich and I'm a design student so I know what BROKE and BUSY means. But I also know what THOUGHTLESS means too. Not that I'm implying anything.

Let's say, out of pure imagination, that I decided to pay someone to serenade someone even if I was broke that week but I've been madly excited about it for weeks because I wanted that certain someone to have at least a decent Valentine's because they're graduating this sem. And let's also say, that I had to borrow money from a friend just to buy that someone chocolates because the money in my wallet wasn't even enough to buy myself a foam board that I needed for a scale model. Again, this is all fictional.

If that certain someone was broke, I understood why all that someone could afford was a uhmm...simple patch of seemingly floral objects. And I was cool with that, no worries. But let's say that someone finally got his allowance that afternoon, and well...let's just assume that aliens ate the President of the Bermuda Triangle and simple rose buds that normally costs around P20 suddenly increased to P1M each. That perfectly explains why, fictionally, that someone no longer bothered to get me one. But since I'm great at timing, before the aliens came, I got to buy a rose and surprised that someone that afternoon while seeing that someone not even holding anything in return, not even a fucking Maxx candy (not that I'm bitter about anything). But let's say again that for that day only, because I wanted to save whatever was salvageable that night, I gave that someone the benefit of the doubt of him actually planning a nice THOUGHTFUL evening for us...only to hear that all that someone planned was a super panalo meal at Pizza Hut. Nothing spells Romance better than Discounted Meals. Don't get me wrong, I'm not after the price (heart shaped donuts from dunkin donut would have been enough), but that just had to be one of the most thoughtless thing you could hear after a very long tiring day. Not that I'm saying I heard it. None of this really happened.

Okay so since I'm not crying my heart out right now, I'll stop here.

I guess the fictional girl I've created in this blog sounds incredibly petty for getting all dramatic over an unimaginative,consumerist-oriented,and entirely arbitrary,manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance day, but oh well. Crazy, shallow people happen. The last five years never happened anyway. Who needs a fucking token of appreciation.

And for all the singles out there, it's a lot better not to get anything when you're not expecting anything. It sucks so much more to not get a cheap bouquet or a bar of cheap chocolate when all you were expecting were an even cheaper flower (no "s") and an even cheaper packet of chocolates. And I wasn't even fictionally expecting a letter or anything that needed too much effort because I know how BUSY that fictional someone was. But I guess fictionally lowering your standards won't save you from being fictionally disappointed and heartbroken.

Fictionally, the end.

Belated Happy Valentine's everyone!

Cute, right? :)

Someday came Today

If there was one thing I never got to experience growing up, it would have to be freedom. Every time I’d go out in high school, my mind’s always preoccupied with the time, and every time I forget, my parents’ constant nagging calls and texts would always help me remember. My curfew then was 7pm if there was a party and 5:30 if I was just out with my friends. How delightfully liberating.

So this pathetic obsession with curfews and handcuffs went on until college. I was staying in a very conservative dormitory run by an even more conservative nun in my first two years of college. How conservative? Curfew during weekdays was 9pm while during weekends, it’s 8pm. Why? Because apparently, as sister what’s her face used to say, “dahil dapat pag weekends, nasa dorm lang kayo nag-aaral, hindi na kung saan-saan pa nagpupupunta”. Imagine, the latest we were allowed to be out, given we had a permit, was 10:30pm, any later than that and they’d SERIOUSLY call our parents. If that’s not fucked up, I don’t know what is.

Once in a while, when I was still studying in UPLB, I’d visit my boyfriend in Diliman (for those of you who don’t know, that’s roughly 2 and a half hours through ridiculously polluted bus rides and jeepney rides. Eek). I’d reach the campus around 10am and I have to leave by 5pm since I can only visit during weekends and it takes longer getting home. I hated leaving. One, because I’d miss him, but also because the city (smog, traffic, perverts, pee smelling walls and all) felt like home, I have no idea why, it just did. You can just imagine how horrible it felt to have to leave the place I love just to come back to the one place I hated the most. Every minute felt like the ticking of a time bomb. And my parents’ constant texting didn’t help at all.

Asan ka na? Nasa dorm ka lang?

Bakit wala ka sa dorm? Asan ka?

Sino kasama mo?

Hanggang anong oras ka diyan?

Bakit kailangan mo pa pumunta diyan? May hindi ka sinasabi sa amin noh? Magsabi ka ng totoo.

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

Nasa dorm ka na?

I text back:

Yep2, nasa dorm na ako.

That’s the only time hell would stop.

I’m not asking for a free pass to heroine or AIDS, I just want the freedom to go to the mall with my friends and enjoy their company without someone thinking I’m having sex with some stranger that they’ve creatively imagined in their heads. I don’t do drugs; I think I’m fat enough to prove that. I’m responsible. Five years in a liberated school far from parental supervision and yet I have good grades, good friends and a baby-free tummy. I think that pretty much says a lot.

I swear to God, the stories my parents form in their heads are so wild and creative, I think I’d have to admit that they’re a lot more imaginative than me. I just want to hang out with my friends; to them I’m out doing drugs. I want to spend the night with my cousin in her hotel room; they think I’m out wearing only a bra while drinking at some bar. No mom and dad, when I go clubbing with my friends, I also wear a panty– you’ll never know who finds nudity distasteful in a club.

I think my parents’ think everyone’s a bad influence to me. Funny. After high school, I never saw myself as the gullible, mindless kind. I’d like to think of myself as an intelligent, well brought up person who knows how to think for herself. Shame they don’t think of me like that.

Moving on.

I used to take the mrt going to Ortigas when I’d commute back to UPLB. I’d have to walk all the way to SM Megamall, to the overpass and wait for a bus. I remember whenever I’d rush through SM, I promised myself that SOMEDAY when I walk there again, it’ll be because I had nothing better to do. That day came today. I’ve been to Megamall countless time after I finally transferred to Diliman, but today was different.

It was already 3 in the afternoon and I was bored. Leo was flat broke and I had P350 in my wallet. Then and there we decided to go out. One thing you have to understand about my parents is, they’re not comfortable with spontaneity. I can’t leave the house on a whim and I certainly can’t leave without a clear and organized plan for the day. Leaving to go to the mall when it’s almost 4pm is unthinkable. So having the luxury to say, oh what the freakin hell! And be able to leave just like that, is a rush like no other. Pathetic, I know.

So to make the incredibly dragging story short, I got home around 9:30pm, bought me a pair of high heeled shoes with my gift certificate, and had a blast saying over and over again,

 “anong oras na? oh? Good. Dahil wala akong pakialam!!!!”                                                                                     

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not some friendless loser who can’t go out, in fact I come and go whenever I please in the dorm, it’s just that today, all the painful memories came back. The loneliness and helplessness I used to feel finally went away.

Taking those same steps I used to take those painful years ago, but this time being able to take them with a smile on my face and an indescribable joy in my heart, made today the day I thought would and could never be someday.

January 16, 2011. Sunday

60 Mike and Ikes ng Hari ng Metal

First off, HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's January 1st and there's absolutely nothing to do. My parents just finished setting up our new tv and home theater (which is awesome if only they'd stop playing James Bond, who I personally condemn because that asshole hits women in his films). Bored. There is actually a lot I can do, it's just that I dont want to. So...I'mma right me a blog so my parents will think I'm doing homework or something. 

Okay, so by now you've probably noticed that I'm as narcissistic as they come, so..... I'll list down random things ABOUT ME that most people don't know. mwahahahaha.

1. I'm allergic to dark chocolate. To be honest, I feel sort of hurt when interested suitors (from way way back) gave me dark chocolates, I feel like you never even bothered to find out the first thing about me. It's an instant NO card for you. I eat white chocolate, btw.

2. I love musicals. One of the sweetest thing a guy/friend can do for me is to sing me a song from any musical I like when I'm upset or when he/she just feels like it. And it'd be awesome if for my birthday my friends would give a tiny musical number. That would be oh so sweet indeed.

3. I have a tattoo. Well, TECHNICALLY, I do but it's not what most people expect. A year back, I was refilling my 1.0 technical pen and I accidentally skewered my left index finger. It bled a lot, oddly enough, so I sucked as much ink as I could but I just couldn't get all of it out. So now, I have a small dot tattoo. It's awesome to be honest, it's always a great conversation starter. 

4. I have a weird talent with my digits (they're what most people incorrectly call "toes"). The length of my feet is inversely proportional to its width. Imagine duck feet, and there you go. Well my weird talent is that I can curl my digits but keep the last two uncurled on both feet. Most people get grossed out. Hope you are too ;) 

5. I don't eat beef. No judgment! I just hate everything about it - its smell and texture in particular. But I don't mind eating beef that doesn't look, feel or taste like beef (McDonald's cheeseburger YUM!).

6. I don't like Jollibee. Deal with it.

7. Malapit na akong makulong! hahaha, secret kung bakit! And nakapag-report na ako ng child abduction before. Oh and nasampal na rin ako ng tatay ko. wohooo!

8. I've been writing since my elementary years but I've never shown my mother the things I've written. I love writing editorials, but my parents just can't accept that their daughter has strong points of view and she's not going to settle for a safer side just because it's what everybody's used to.

9. I like to sing (and my best friend says I'm sort of good), I just don't have the confidence for it. When I was in 3rd grade, my adviser asked me to sing in our general assembly but my mother said I shouldn't because I have a terrible voice. Those hurtful words haunt me still.

10. I love Glee. I like it because, it's smooth and shiny siya...lol no, kidding. I love it because it's something I can relate to. I know what it feels like to be an outcast, to not have a voice because everybody else makes the rules and if you don't go by it, people laugh at you and think you're weird. And I love musicals. So there.

11. I hate my high school days. Its sad that I feel this way but what can we do, c'est la vie. I never want to remember anything from high school mainly because I'm so ashamed of the person I was then. I was dead - well the real me, at least. I never got to be me because one petty mistake gets you so many enemies. It was absolutely EXHAUSTING. Blah.

12. I love my college days (in Diliman ONLY). I'm sorry but LB was hell for me. I've met so many shallow and judgmental people there. I was so pissed at everyone who made such a big deal out my wardrobe. The line I kept repeating at the time was, "No one told me UPLB was a trashcan, if I had known, I would've worked harder to look like garbage". If I considered you a friend there, no worries, I love you with all my heart. But if you were one of the assholes who ridiculed me because of how I looked then Fuck You.

13. I was an engineering student before. And I guess that's why they made such a big deal about what I wore, as if looking like you haven't bathed in days made you smarter, "hindi ka mukhang eng'g. mukhang pang arts ka nga etc". Pero ito lang masasabi ko sa mga nanlait behind my back and judged me and were so hurtful towards me.... at least ako, I CHOSE TO LEAVE, I fought with a panel just so they'd permit me to shift, but my grades were something I can be proud of and now I'm in a course I love. Eh kayo, PILIT KAYONG PINAPAALIS. And don't give me that "di kasi ako nag-aaral kaya ganon" crap dahil pare-pareho lang tayong TAMAD, di ko na kasalanan if you just. can't. pass.

14. I'm a bitch. I can be a real asshole. But when I fall inlove, I fall hard and love like there's no tomorrow. So if I fall out of it, it's because you hurt me big time. 

15. I've never had a fling. And I've never played around with anyone's feelings. Shame really, it would've made an awesome memory if I had.

16. I love to eat. Feed meeeeeeeeeeee. Diets don't work on me because I can't stand not having yummy food in my mouth.

17. I'm a huge crybaby. It's not because I'm weak (well at least I hope it's not). I have anger management issues, and I hate it when I hurt the people I care about because of my sudden bursts of rage. So when I'm in rage and I think I'm about to punch someone in the face or scratch their eyes out, I cry. It's the only way I know how to control myself. I'd rather make myself look like a fool than to do it to someone else.

18. I love formspring. I love answering random questions. It's so much fun! The more daring the question, the better! Oh and btw, it's: http://www.formspring.me/riettlesnake :D

19. I'm not comfortable around straight men. I have a sort of "fear" of men. I can't stand sitting next to one or to be alone in a room with them. I don't really want to explain why. I just don't like being around incredibly straight men (i.e., basketball loving, fashion impaired, etiquette illiterate, kanto boy lasinggero kind). That's why most of my guy friends are either gay or those who are in tuned with their feminine side. 

20. I don't think I'm pretty in other people's eyes. I know I'm narcissistic but this is true. I love how I look because it's what God gave me but I'm not blind to the fact that most people find me plain and ordinary looking.

21. I was bullied a lot in my elementary years. Yes, 'tis true! I was a FAT FAT girl at the time and boys my age just found it hilarious. I remember little kids pointing at me and laughing and calling me really hurtful names. I remember one boy even tried to punch me in the face because he didn't like how I looked. I used to lock myself in my room and cry all afternoon.

22. I once tried to kill myself. And before you judge me, it wasn't because of a guy or any petty reason like that, it was because I felt like I was at my lowest. It was when I was in UPLB. I swear to God, that place made me feel so alone and dead that I just didn't see the point in waking up anymore. Thank God He gave me UP Diliman. The only place where my spirit soars.

23. I like Charice Pempengco and I hate Sarah Geronimo. Deal with it. 

24. I have great faith in God. lol. I know I don't look the part, but I am quite a sucker for Jesus. I just don't approve of ridiculous sexist rules in the Church. Like how, it's okay when a man does it but it's not okay when a woman does it. Or how it's not okay to be gay, like it's some sort of disease. I won't go into it but you get my drift. When I'm feeling down, confused or I just need to cry, I secretly go to church (Parish of the Holy Sacrifice in Diliman) and just stare into space and pray. Cheesy, huh?

25. I like hearing mass because it's the only place where I can sing songs that fit my voice. If I don't know the songs or if I don't like 'em, my mind usually drifts off. nyahahahaha.

26. I like making offensive, racist, religious, green and blind jokes. Why? Because they're fun!

27. I luuuuurve to cuss. A lot. 

28. I like staring at a gorgeous guy's ass.

29. You can bitch me around all you want, but if you hurt any of my friends or family, I'll fucking murder you.

30. I'm quite perverted. I don't know why. I'm just not ashamed to tell you your penis is sort of showing in your pants. If I had a gorgeous body, I don't think I'd have a problem flashing someone I liked. I don't think that makes me a whore. I guess may binabagayan din ang pagiging manyakis. Ohh the things I say and the things I'm willing to do (if I was hot,but I'm not so I haven't really done much lol).

31. I never back out of a dare. I will, however, shake in fear if you want to know the truth.

32. Jologs ang lola mo.

33. Super poor lang kami (I'm not exaggerating). I'm just thankful na hindi halata. nyahahahaha.

34. May nunal ako sa gitna ng nape ko. Hot, right? lol

35. I'm a sucker for musicians. Si Paolo Santos nga, crush ko noon. Oh ha.

36. Umiyak ako ng bonggang bongga nung namatay si Rico Yan. And until now, I still have a huge poster of him wearing a construction worker sex outfit in my closet. 

37. I'm kinky. mwahahahaha.

38. When I have a crush on someone, I hide behind a door and take quick glances of him. I know most people think I'm the go get him kind of girl, since I have no problem asking a guy for his number (don't flatter yourselves, if I was interested in you, I WOULDN'T HAVE ASKED) but I'm not. If I can talk to you in a casual way, I don't have the hots for you, it's that simple. If I can't even open my mouth or look you in the eyes, then I'm probably crazy about you or I'm having a heart attack, I hope for the latter, you have the decency to call a medic. If the guy I liked comes near me, my knees shake and I can't breathe. Ohhhh Papa John Lloyd and Coco Martin, mamamatay ako when I see you in person.

39. I tried eating my ear wax a few years back (take note: NOT when I was a naive little kid. I was already an adult), but decided I wouldn't try it again considering it tasted like raw Ampalaya.

40. I like smelling my feet. Not when I just washed it. I like smelling it after it's been in my shoes for a whole day. *mmmmmmm*....

41. Seeing a guy with strong looking, hairless arms wearing a 3/4 sleeve is simply EYEGASMIC. Gimme some of that, will you??

42. I used to play the piano but I stopped since we didn't have one at home and we had to go to another house to take lessons. I learned to play the guitar when I was in elementary and I played a few times in Musikahan '04 but that was it. I realized I can basically play any instrument as long as you give me the basics. I'm not saying I'm musically gifted (I'M NOT!), I just don't find learning an instrument hard. I also used to play the flute and harmonica and in the 3rd grade, I used to play in a Rondalla. 

43. I HATE joining beauty pageants. I don't think it's shallow or anything, I just feel so insecure when I'm on stage. Thankfully, I haven't lost one yet. Ho ho, humility, eh? No I think it's mostly the Q&A that saves my sorry ass. I can't model for shit. I make this really deranged look when I'm nervous on stage. But I'm very comfortable answering cliched questions.

44. I love speaking in a large crowd. I love joining all sorts of public speaking competitions. In high school, I competed in Cebu. I feel so empowered when I'm given the opportunity to command a large crowd. I was even once disqualified from a competition for being overqualified. LOL. You see, humility isn't really one of my strong points ^__^

45. I was an officer in our ROTC in college. I fired an M-16, assembled and disassembled an M-16 and M-14. I also competed in our rifle exhibition competition (the one where you twirl around your rifles and toss 'em in the air) and thankfully, we won.

46. I love acting. One of my dreams is to audition for a play or be in an independent film. Ever since I could remember, I love to act. I just wish I'd be given the chance to try it out someday. Like a real acting role, not just a vegetated murdered wife.

47. Super malambing ako. That's because hindi malambing ang family ko so ayun. :) And I'm also into PDA. mwahahaha.

48. I love watching old Filipino movies. I even memorized all the set locations. I also love old songs, even way back in the '50s. I love classic rock and heavy metal. But I also love gay pop (hey we were all kids once). I can't seem to like contemporary opm rock, or kpop. And I detest whiny emo songs (ungrateful little rich brats). 

49. I love French. I love speaking French. Makes sense that I also love making french toast. nyahahaha,

50. I love dressing up! I don't care what people will think of me, it's just something that I absolutely LOVE! And the crazier, the better! I've already worn a kimono and a saree to school. weeeee!

51. I have two sets of parents. One is my biological and other is my non-biological. I both call them mama and papa. When I was still a baby, my mother underwent a surgery so I had to stay with my aunt. One thing led to another and I eventually became their adopted daughter. I guess this added to some drama in my life when I was a kid. I was so jealous of kids who had their parents come up on stage to hang their medals, I sort of got depressed so from a gold medalist, I turned into a silver medalist. I just didn't see the point in studying anymore. I had to deal with all of this until I turned 13. That's when I finally accepted my fate. And it's true, you don't need to be with your biological family to have a family. So stop whining that only your real mother or real father will complete you. It's up to you to complete your family.

52. I read the Twilight series. But don't flatter yourself Stephenie Meyer, I didn't read it because it had depth, I read it because I was studying too hard one night and I needed some easy reading with cliched plots and conflicts. A sort of, Reading for Dummies so to speak. Touche indeed.

53. I am very fascinated in period arts and architecture. In relics, in history. In things that hold endless stories that carry on for generations to come. I am, in fact, fascinated with romance. ooh la la.

54. Drawing and designing was, is, and will perpetually be one of my greatest loves. Don't be fooled, I'm not exemplary, it's just something that I feel very passionate about. Second is writing.

55. I used to sell my drawings when I was in the 5th grade. 

56. I opened up a small restaurant in my bedroom when I was a little girl. And I used to host small sock-puppet plays every night.

57. My family thinks my hair looks terrible.

58. I was never in love with my first boyfriend. Sorry, dude. 

59. I don't like kids, but most people say I'm good with them. Okay so I only hate snotty kids who are ugly as fuck. I love the cute ones. mwahahaha. Oh and I love cats and dogs. Whut? yep.

60. Michael Jackson is my one great Hero. When things were unbearable when I was a kid, his songs made all my problems go away. He will forever be immortalized in my heart.

THANK GOD, I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!! whoooh. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME!!!! 

Breast of an Ex-wife and Wisdom Teeth

I'm watching The Proposal right now (Sandra Bullock and my yummy husband Ryan Reynolds). I love this movie, it's as typical as any modern American movie gets but it's mostly Sandra and Ryan's abs and gorgeous boat driving skills who pulled it all together. I am completely bored right now. I had two of my wisdom tooth yanked and broken off of me yesterday, it honestly didn't hurt as much as I had expected but fuck, I was trembling like a wet cat in the streets. I have another wisdom tooth left but I'm betting I wont have enough courage to have it drilled out of me by summer. Screw that, I'm not going through that again. 

All I really wanted to talk about was my Facebook status: What is it with most women and our perpetual satisfaction from taking care of a man? 

 

It's true though, even for me. There's just something about baking your man a fresh batch of cookies or making his coffee just the way he likes it in the morning or making sure you can dab off the sweat on his face. Is this even a physiological thing or is it something taught to us in childhood? Either way, as much as I want to say it's anti-feminist, I dont think it is. It feels natural to me to take good care of the person I care about, to make sure his hair's cute enough or to make sure I can give him a big old girlfriend hug every day. Eeww, too sappy.

Okay so Ryan Reynolds proposed already. Thank God he divorced his breast of an ex-wife, Scarlet Joboobson.

RIE

R is for RANDOM

I is for IMPULSIVE

E is for ECCLECTIC

And those are just three more reasons why I love me... Just the way I am ^___^

Sniff sniff

Random conversation with Michelle:

*sniff* *sniff*

Me: Something smells weird...

Michelle: sorry I have a cold.

Me: hmmm.. smells like a dirty dirty dog. Oooh maybe it's me! Coz Im such a naughty naughty bitch.