alcohol deprivation and other tales of loserdom..

I need booze.

I need booze.

I need booze.

I could have..had…If not for this stupid ANNUAL PHYSICAL EXAM! It’s depressing. I gained weight.and my poor babies …they don’t deserved to be massaged that way…Lezbo doctor!

So even though I am already assigned in the day shift, I am still unable to go home early because normally in my line of work,  we have to render over time. So yes, no night life for me. It’s just like the graveyard shift except it doesn’t have night differential and hazard pay. Yeah yeah yeah. I am complaining. I can’t help it.

Frustration. First you get to be designated as your boss’ bitch of the day because a.) she’s your boss. b.) you want to keep your job, right? c.) do you really have a choice? d.) asa pa na may letter D. You run errands of course plus..since you’re assigned in the day shift, there’s so many things you can accomplish. Yes! Why add more workload…hmm.. just for fun, I guess! How am I suppose to meet yer deadlines, huh?

Maybe we should just put a sign in my area that says THIS WAY TO PROBLEM SOLVER-SHOCK ABSORBER. Here is where we make impossible things possible!  

So yes, I could use a drink or two..or three…or four… 

The last time we had unadulterated drinking binge was… hmmm..was three weeks ago?! It was during typhoon Frank. We were bored. We chugged the Bacardi Apple and had some Tequilla shots. Plus, Ate Aileen’s cooking..aysus it’s the best! Good Times.

We started 9 p.m. and slept at around 4:00 a.m. I think. I still managed to go upstairs. I was able to reach the room without barfing my intestines out. Yep, I might have gotten used to this drinking thing. I know I suck at it. My friends are more alcoholic. But I’m trying to keep up with the alcoholic tolerance of the general drinking population. 

I am not a beer drinker though. I don’t like the beer belly. I already have thee fat belly, actually. So why add  more? 

And speaking of deprivation, I remember one time when I went to a friend’s house. I got the welcome-hump from her doggy. O yes, was it just his way of saying hello..you know, just spreading the love or can he really tell?? Hmmm.. Damn dog sensed the loserdom just by a mere whiff.

Anyway…so today sucks. I hate July. The most devastating  news is finding out that potential soul mate  has been assigned in the night shift the moment I switched shifts. Did I scare him? It is this to deliberately sabotage me??? So yeah, I’m pissed. Although it’s pathetic that I am acting this way. I don’t really need to act and feel as such. This is so infantile and lame and I don’t normally do LAME…Maybe I do now.

But somehow I was affected because of the perfect timing. Are you for realzzzz???? Someone’s messing with me here. We never ever had a chance to be assigned in the same shift. The worse part of he’s a gay magnet.. I love it! 

I should just drop everyting then.. Perhaps I should just believe my previous supervisor’s mantra..If it’s for you….if it’s for you.. Moving  on..

July..july..july..July is a constant reminder that I am just a month away from turning into a pumpkin! Yes, I am about to turn 24. Rejoice! I said I’ll stop counting at 23 but that would be illegal.

24. Twenty four must be better than 23.  It should be! Oh well, let’s just wait and see what the Almighty has in store for me (errmm, that kinda rhymes..)

And  Nan, I would have gone out with you but you didn’t text me earlier. Dadamayan sana kita sa emo shiz mo… Tsk.tsk.tsk…

So cheers to today’s miseries and wait for tomorrow’s hammering headache…. 

Hey, Happy 4th of July!