malas

I have a feeling someone's gonna be on a red-letter day today and Alanis Morissette doesn't have anything to do with it (yeah, I'm quite sure about it).

I was thinking about my goddess' song Ironic on the way to the battlefield (for those who doesn't know what my battlefield is, it's my goddamned workplace). Just imagine placing your monthly health bonus at risk because of some chicken (who happens to be the driver) who thinks life is a journey of praying old maids. Grabe ka langayan! I could hear my insides saying goodbye to my 21b pride. Damn. It used to be like riding a roller coaster -- until that fateful moment.
 
I don't want to talk shit over a slow-moving 21b gaymonster but..but, I think that's the only way I could pacify  every single molecule in me. I was effin late and I just lost my precious health bonus! Damn it. So much of indulging myself with the pleasure of some stress-free expenses. It's not gonna happen anymore. I just lost it. And I'm not gonna let this day end without putting the blame on that douche.