And also, PMS is a bitch..

Last Saturday was unproductive. No, it actually was. I stayed up all night because of cramps watching reruns of sex and the city, missed the free drinking spree at PONTI, failed to see a live band which actually plays my kind of music –not that usual dance music without lyrics or rap music that basically says SEX, SEXY TIME, DO ME, DO YOU, and o did i mention, MAKE LOVE in the CLUB in the lyrics and was too bummed to catch up on my reading because I’M HAVING THEE WORST CRAMPS! So yeah, it was a swell night…ALONE! 

Yes, it sucks. And it sucks more when you’re not the one expecting to get that visit from the jeepers creepers. It sucks that these hormones are making me write more crap. It sucks that all you’re listening to while writing this post is I HATE THIS PART by PUSSYCAT DOLLS.

Way to go! Hello, Monday! I welcome you with my arms wide open. 

’tis the season to be fucking jolly…

Yeah. yeah. What’s new? Christmas season spells “Goodbye 13th month!”. The hardest part aside from trying to admit that you are totally broke and you sucked at financial discipline, would be telling your father that you cannot make it to his 60th birthday because you are turning into a corporate slut. It breaks my heart in as much as it breaks my wallet. FYI, he already texted me his bank account number. Can I disown him now? Just kidding.

Yes, I am such a sucker for trading my soul…no, my holidays. I took tha long leave last october and november and yes  I am too stressed to disclose 10 other reasons why I chose not to go home.

It will probably be too nostalgic and crappy on the 24th and 31st. Although, I’m kinda used to not spending the holidays with the fam… I’m practically branded as an outkast.

And I like to wallow and listen to Smashing Pumpkins’ Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness album or perhaps watch Johnny Depp’s flicks (Edward Scissorhands, Nighmare before Christmas or Sweeney Todd) just to wash away the self-flagellating thoughts of a homecooked meal.

Whhhat?? No way! Not another melodramatic plan of escape to celebrate.

Well, unfortunately I have no alternative plans. Uhmm..perhaps engage to another liver-deteriorating drinking session.. 

Nah. I’m gonna stay sober for now because God-knows-what I might do to bring about more personal humiliation and add up to my diminishing self-esteem.

So yeah, I’m running away from Christmas.

Run as far as possible from bazaars, from alcohol, from binge eating, from decorating the condo with christmas balls, from singing hanson’s christmas carols, from saying fa la la la la across the hall, from everything that would up my dopamine level because it’s cool to be not so merry when all people are in this euphoric state of temporary delusion.

I chose not be infected by this deadly epidemic. But then again, TWILIGHT is just 2 days away.  *fangirl squee*. I ated my words and take back all that crappy things I said back there. I needz the happies.

I can’t wait for 2008 to be over.