Made of ticky tacky

Everything I see, everybody I meet it seems is made of ticky tacky. It bores me a lot to see people dressed almost in the same way, this shoddy uniformity is making me sick. For the untrained eye, it may seem that the people on the streets may not look alike, but if you give 'em a closer inspection then compare and contrast with the other people, you'll find a lot of things that're alike. This discernment troubles me, I can't seem to place or identify masel within these groups for I beLIEve that I am somewhat a jack. Something of a bard, in terms of D&D. This common attribute from the cunts I see disturbs me...

Moving on...

I've been aching to drink tonight and this thirst is killing meh. Dinnae ken where the guys are, haven't sent an SMS all day. Damnit, I dun wanna drink all by masel. Mebbe I should go visit teh gang at teh usual hideout eh? But I might spend too much again. Wonder if C is there to brighten up mah night. Not even feeling sleepy tonight, slept fer like 12 hours straight. Good thing that it's a weekend, a good time fer socializing, gallivanting, and whatnot. I'll still be able to catch up on whoever's there at the hotspot.

BB.

Greedisgood

Greed. GANID in Tageylowg.

Lately, I've been frequenting the various gambling establishments here in teh Metro, and fuck, there's no greater feeling that winning it big. Playing one armed bandits were never my style before, but now, OMG the colors, the sounds, the ka-ching! Nothing but music to mah ears.

Gambling is a lot like the crisps, Pringles. Once you pop, ya cannae stop... nevertheless, you must learn to. Discipline plays a big role in gambling. You hafta accept the fact that once you lose, you lose. Additional bets is tantamount to more losses. I didnae learn that the hard way, I learned that by watching other players. They get so engrossed in the game that they dun notice that they're getting fucked up by the establishment. My biggest fuck up was only like 4 figures, nothing more.

On to the finer things in life...

I've also been pampering masel lately, being the ex maarte(but not metro) me. What I'd love to do now is to shop fer a lot of clothes, after I burn these love handles, that is.

Anyway, ciao!

What are we but slaves to this torment?

Haven't logged in mah YM fer ages nao.

Was lookin forward to seeing Check today, unfortunately something came up.

RANTING RANTING RANTING.

BORING BORING BORING.

Mebbe there'll be something new later eh?

2 months

How long has it been eh? Two faaahking months! I missed you my dear dear blog. And a lot of fucking things happened while I was away, why did I ever forsake you? Emo bitch.

Well, for starters, I changed my hairstyle. I shaved mah head, like a wee baby boy.

Damnit, it's hot in here.

I need to revive mah social life I think, haven't seen the gang for quite a while now. Been busy with a coupla dorky stuff that I used to resent but now oh so love. Haven't downed a few ales since last week with Milan and Trixie. Haiz, so much has happened but I cannae seem to tell ya everything, time constraints.

Telepono...

Last week opened mah eyes, mah heart and mah soul. I'm a rocker.

Burnout... Kwarto...

Need I explain more?

Mariposa...

Thinking boot mah black fairy, been keeping tabs on her lately.

Tulog na...

Sugarfree, them thar songs reflect em all.