I’ve run out of interesting things to talk about. My life in the past few months has just been full of innuendos, crass jokes, and racism.
…and chores. No Filipino (not even the halfies) can survive life without chores. Har. :c
I should take up writing again.
I wish my friends would have enough brains to realize by now that I tell my shit like it is. Jesus Christ. How fucking different is it to call one friend a bitch and another friend a fat bitch. So what if I was fucking detailed?
You know what? Fuck you and your hypocrisy.
On another note, I’m exploding weeks of frustration/anger/shit on you. Be flattered.
Water is very precious. You don’t realize how precious it actually is until your block’s water supply is shut down for FIVE DAYS to undergo maintenance from 8a-5p. It’s really not so bad.
I mean, I got a bucket of water stored for when anyone needs to flush the toilet during the day. Then there’s pitchers of water in the fridge.
I CAN DO DIS…!!!