oh gloria gloria

She hates me.

Gloria Jean just hates me.


I drank a cup of white chocolate mocha thingy yesterday because "The Sanga" met up with her Rob friends. A few hours later, I was practically married to the toilet seat. Gave it my all. Something (I can't say where) is sore. Seconds turned to hours. Yeah. I'm not afraid to talk about my bowel movements.


The agony.

Torture.

Anguish.

Drama.

LOL.

As I was sitting there - holding on for dear life, I realized how cruel life can be. Being stuck to the toilet seat like that makes you ponder a lot of stuff - the most important things in life.

For example,

Hitting two birds with one stone. Why on earth would anyone want to hit two birds with one stone? Unless it's a survival thing, of course. But I can barely stomach hitting one. What makes people think it's better to hit two? And -- at the same time no less!
When I was in grade school, I cried my eyes out whenever I heard that Tagalog song "Mamang kay lupit. Ang puso moy di nahabag.. ". You know that song? We had to perform it on-stage. Can you imagine holding back your tears and mucous while playing the flute? No you can't.

I know someone who passes time at grocery stores by poking small holes in condom packets. He likes giving surprises to everyone. Mean ass! :p




Why is she allowed to wear a cape and I'm not? (referring to the white outfit on the left).
How come Sanga boinks me on the head and gives me the "evil, cold and judging" eye if I even as much as hint about wearing capes?

Can you guess what those are? Hee hee

Breast implants creep me out. I saw this thing on television where they exhumed a porn star and her breast implants were still intact. They really do last forever.

Hmm. Never again. But it's such a delicious way to purge my colon though.. ^-^