tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64261942011-04-22T09:34:35.228+08:00shit happens every day. im here to perfume the air, to disseminate the smell of life's great misfortunes through happy, shiny thoughts. hey, someone has to flush, right?angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1076603899766260262004-02-12T23:52:00.000+08:002004-02-13T00:53:50.153+08:00

BUZZ! *** hello angel, this is your alter-ego. i would just like to remind you that you are now a college junior. you have to find a practicum place for the summer, in preparation for your dealings with the work force next year. you now have to be responsible, disciplined and mature, everything that is so not you right now. by the way, screw love, it's not coming any time soon. *** so goes

angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1076424175060063012004-02-10T22:31:00.000+08:002004-02-10T22:48:38.733+08:00

i've been trying to practice self control the whole day by not texting him. okay, so i'm not exactly a guru of self-denial... i ended up texting him twice. and poor me, i didn't even get a "K" or a smiley face. then at 10:32, i could no longer help it, i ended up calling him. me: hi him: hey what's up? me: busy? him: yeah drafting the proposal for tomorrow me: oh okay him: so, why'd you call?

angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1076421964229960572004-02-10T21:59:00.000+08:002004-02-10T22:08:32.826+08:00

darndest of the darndest days. he still hasn't texted me yet, and i'm getting all stressed about it. why hasn't he texted me? we were fine last night, i wonder went wrong. it bugs the hell out of me, and it bugs the hell out of me that it bugs the hell out of me (follow?). shit. i think i seriously like him and this isn't right. shit.

angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1076295633810828802004-02-09T10:38:00.000+08:002004-02-09T11:08:19.046+08:00

i've always been fond of reading my horoscope. i find them amusing sometimes, especially when they match what happened to me throughout the course of the day. i programmed by phone so that it delivers my horoscope everyday, and today at 7:40 am, it delivered one of the craziest reports ever. CAPRICORN: The magical feeling that you have is what is called love. Don't be afraid when you feel

angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1076258256734893712004-02-09T00:03:00.000+08:002004-02-09T01:00:07.746+08:00

i've been under a lot of motha-fuckin shit lately that i've been spending the last couple of saturdays romancing either my bed, my books, or the computer. it sounds uberly-geeky, i know, but sometimes shit comes by the truckload. it's been a long, long while since pareng miguel (not de jesus, damnit! the beer!) and i had some lovin going on between us, and truth be told, i miss him more than

angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1075994513833284292004-02-05T22:45:00.000+08:002004-02-06T02:11:26.653+08:00

im happy to tell you that good samaritans still do exist. :) it was around 8pm, and traffic was bulding up fast. my mom had fetched me from starbucks katipunan, and we were on our way home. the crawl up the fly-over going to marikina was painfully slow, with jeeps and taxis squeezing through the tiniest of spaces in between vehicles. upon reaching the other end of the flyover, traffic stood

angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03533793549991180188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426194.post-1076006905801876552004-02-05T10:27:00.000+08:002004-02-06T02:50:47.216+08:00

i find it amusing, to some extent, how wide-spread horny people are over the internet. i tried my hand at chatting again recently, and the reactions and private messages have been nothing short of borderline cuckoo... here are some examples: guy: hey! me: hey, asl? ctc? guy: no, but id love to fuck you (okay, so much for getting to know each other!) guy: miss, you wanna try phone sex with me?

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