back by popular [sic] demand...
ah, yes, i am alive once more. thank you, Dr. Frankenstein, for that refreshing kilojolt of electricity. i just rather think that my thinking organ's in the wrong place, though. it's right down there just in between my anus and my, um, other thinking organ. how freakin' kewl is that.
and thank you, Igor, for being the constant comic relief of my ever-fetid existence. you truly are a Hollywood product, and for that i commend you. sarcasm aside. really. Hollywood's great. really.
*EHEMMemoirsEHEM!*
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all right, now that at least two (three?) facets of my psyche have been thanked and accounted for, let's get on with business...
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of which there is seemingly none.
you see, that's the thing with me and extended leaves of absence: by the time i get back, i find that a lot of stuff have already gone fleeting by with me having nary a second to get things back into order. oh, i am aware of them, of course. and on a dime, i may probably be able to weed out a sore spot or two (or three. or more. depends on my determination for a quick weedkill for the day). but by and large, i would tend to think that it would take a Supermom to have the organizational skills necessary to put things back into place in a snap.
sa madaling salita, andaming nangyari sa buhay ko since nung last post ko that i don't know where to start anymore. or how for that matter.
6 months is a long time. too long.
there's like this overpowering need to immortalize every fucking second of imagined importance in my life, but there is just too much ground to cover.
kaya... to Hell with that "need."
i've always firmly believed that things have a way of coming around, of catching up to you one way or another. you can run, you can hide, you can stay put if you like, but you can't escape... damn pop culture. and washboard abs. and women whose only claims to sporting fame are their knee-numbing good looks. i'm talking in hypertexts again. :)
anyway, how those "lost moments" will manifest themselves in my blog remains to be seen. anecdotes? inside jokes? i don't know.
probably never, which would totally debunk my stand in that previous paragraph, but i could care less right now; i'm not thinking straight. my mind's too preoccupied. i still have a lot of ground to cover. i am low on my daily dosage of weedkill mania. my brain is in between excrements.
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everything has come full circle, no? which brings me right back on top. ;)
this is internal hypertexting. thank you very much. see you on the next.
\m/(^_^)\m/
and thank you, Igor, for being the constant comic relief of my ever-fetid existence. you truly are a Hollywood product, and for that i commend you. sarcasm aside. really. Hollywood's great. really.
*EHEMMemoirsEHEM!*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
all right, now that at least two (three?) facets of my psyche have been thanked and accounted for, let's get on with business...
...
...
...
of which there is seemingly none.
you see, that's the thing with me and extended leaves of absence: by the time i get back, i find that a lot of stuff have already gone fleeting by with me having nary a second to get things back into order. oh, i am aware of them, of course. and on a dime, i may probably be able to weed out a sore spot or two (or three. or more. depends on my determination for a quick weedkill for the day). but by and large, i would tend to think that it would take a Supermom to have the organizational skills necessary to put things back into place in a snap.
sa madaling salita, andaming nangyari sa buhay ko since nung last post ko that i don't know where to start anymore. or how for that matter.
6 months is a long time. too long.
there's like this overpowering need to immortalize every fucking second of imagined importance in my life, but there is just too much ground to cover.
kaya... to Hell with that "need."
i've always firmly believed that things have a way of coming around, of catching up to you one way or another. you can run, you can hide, you can stay put if you like, but you can't escape... damn pop culture. and washboard abs. and women whose only claims to sporting fame are their knee-numbing good looks. i'm talking in hypertexts again. :)
anyway, how those "lost moments" will manifest themselves in my blog remains to be seen. anecdotes? inside jokes? i don't know.
probably never, which would totally debunk my stand in that previous paragraph, but i could care less right now; i'm not thinking straight. my mind's too preoccupied. i still have a lot of ground to cover. i am low on my daily dosage of weedkill mania. my brain is in between excrements.
...
everything has come full circle, no? which brings me right back on top. ;)
this is internal hypertexting. thank you very much. see you on the next.
\m/(^_^)\m/