back-ka-cone
Talk about inconsistencies! When I started this blog, I promised not to write anything about my match, his bitch and my toys. I promised to stay away from those cheesy topics just to save myself from being tagged as 'emo' again. And (damn) here's what's happening: 60% of what's in here is all about him, her and them! I am in doubt whether I could carry out simple promises. fuck. Then justice came. I realized there's nothing to talk about other than the big trio (him, her and them). Whatelse am I suppose to write? I don't even watch the news. I am not concerned or even interested with how Obama and McCain kick each other's ass to win this beauty pageant, Mr. America. No, I am no longer in touched with reality other than how I spend the day with my two-timer match, his fat-faced bitch and my came-out-of-nowhere toys. And, well, Tokio Hotel with Bill's androgynous look. Shallow, yeah I know. Facing the computer without internet access 9 hrs a day, 5 days a week--that's tough. It could really dettach you from the real world. Damn it. The BIG question. Why do I waste my time with this dick-faced monster rather than spending the whole afternoon with Bob Ong and Gabriel Garcia MArquez? Good question. Next please!
