Why I hate Filipino dramas.
Besides the fact that the stories are as true to life as a porno, they just poison minds. Every mom who watches them, and is just that susceptible to believing everything they see, thinks that what’s happening to the characters in the drama is happening in real life. Happened to my mom where she now feels like she’s a character in one of these, like her life is falling apart around her when it’s nowhere even close to happening. She talks like she’s on the verge of death or something and it just sounds like she’s going insane. I don’t know; if anything, Filipino dramas help fuel a midlife crisis.
Normal is boring, weird is cute.
Hold up. I’m weird but I’m not cute. So does that make me normal?
(Source: l0l-lannie, via meg-sters)
Saturday 5/26/2012
3:05pm (2,622 notes)
Unless you’re celibate
deenoh:
I’m just going to assume you’re a whore.
Male or female, I won’t discriminate. Everyone’s a whore :D
OMG YES. It’s been my lifelong dream to be a whore!
Friday 5/25/2012
3:48am (5 notes)
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nice face but i bet you can’t shut the fuck up.
**btw i know it’s a bot/spam.
Surgery. Yeah? Yeah.
For sure need the screw in my hand which means another six weeks of hard cast, another six weeks of hell. I don’t get why I need a fiberglass cast though. In SD they said I’d be fine with a soft cast or a removable splint. Here, they’re telling me I need the cast. Whatever. As long as I’m sleeping like a baby during the surgery, I don’t care.
Not what I wanted to hear.
Bone hasn’t been healing. I’m screwed.
Didn’t realize till now that I’m going to the best orthopedic hand surgeon in the country.
I really am lazy.
Just realized that walking from my house to the train station is just about the same distance from Chappy to Hepner Hall. I never wanted to walk to the train station since I thought it was “too far”. But I would make the walk from Chappy to buildings past Hepner without complaining. What.
