Archive for the ‘A Fucking Taste Of Drama’ Category

I found the first girl I liked after almost a year of being somehow uninterested in relationships. I met her at the office as a client and my goodness everything went so darned smooth and well that we were chatting like we’ve known each other for years the next day. Fucking great right?

She had a boyfriend, a childhood sweetheart. But he was in the army, and was in another state. Fucking perfect isn’t it? It was like fucking destiny decided to throw this old dog a bone.

Everything was fucking set. A few days later, she invited me to have dinner and of course I jumped in and went with her. Everything seemed smooth and perfect. It was just in the mall’s foodcourt, no biggie. It wasn’t a date or anything, but still it was just me and her and we had a nice discussion so it was as good to me as it could be.

She dropped me off after that dinner, I went back to my room so high in fucking happiness that I could almost throw up everything I just ate. I couldn’t sleep that night. I had so many plans. I was in love…

The morning after, I texted her the usual good morning and something was off. She didn’t text back right away and when she did, it was a simple good morning, unlike the usual thing with a follow up question and a smiley. I ignored it. Maybe she just woke up in the wrong side of the bed. No biggie right?So I just wished her a nice day and hoped that we could talk again the evening after work.

The evening after…..No reply to my texts…..She was online on chat but didn’t respond…..Days went on without anything, not even a single damn letter of the fucking english alphabet…..

I was going crazy. Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong? I played the entire event over and over in my head for days. What could I have said or done for her to suddenly go cold? I thought and thought and thought but there really was nothing.

NO FUCKING THING. HONEST. If you don’t believe me, FUCK YOU TOO…..

Anyways…..

I quit weed months ago but I couldn’t stop being paranoid that I begged my cousin to pick me up, drive me around, and score me some weed…..

As a last ditch effort, I sent her a long email with all of my purest feelings with the best words I can find. Still nothing…..

It’s been two weeks now. She already responded to me a few days ago, apologizing for being too busy with family affairs. After that single message, I never heard from her again. What went fucking wrong?!

I’m hurt. Yes, I’m a sorry loser so shut up motherfucker and read!

I’ll never fucking trust a woman again. At least not as easy as I did with her. I was too fucking careless.

Maybe that was my damn mistake. Was she just messing with me? I wouldn’t fucking know, but I wish I knew.

I wish I had all the fucking answers. As you can see, I haven’t posted here for a long time, which basically means that I have kept my anger within manageable levels but now, I’m just so fucking hurt and fucking angry.

To all you fuckers out there I said it once and I’m gonna say it again:

DON’T FUCKING GET INTO MY LIFE IF YOU’RE GONNA SUDDENLY CHECK OUT BITCH!

My alarm sounds at seven and I wake up fucking mad at myself for not getting enough sleep because I was too immersed in the blogosphere. I get up thinking that maybe I should just fucking quit my job and just be a full time blogger, sleep for as long as I want and just live my life in the blogosphere. I fucking live for this shit. I know it. This Is what I want to do. So I hit snooze…

Snooze…Ten minutes after hitting snooze, here it is again, reminding me that I should wake up. I open my eyes this time, and like a fucking dose of enlightenment, I realize that I’m not really making money out of blogging and I have rent and bills to pay. On top of that, I have to send cash to my family back home. And by the way yes, I live with relatives but I pay a discounted rent and share a fixed amount with the bills. So, I get up cussing at myself for living this kind of life but then again, I really don’t have much of a choice so I should just fucking do it.

I sit on the toilet holding my Ipod watching tv shows or movies over netflix. Talk about multitasking. Shitting + TV Shows = winning combination. I know this is kinda gross but you can fuck off if you have any problem with that.

After finishing an episode, I stand up, take off the earbuds and place the Ipod on the counter. I then proceed to wipe myself and then wash my hands after and then I put on by brief and shorts, take my Ipod and put it on my pocket and proceed to the kitchen to make breakfast for my dear father, who can really make his own breakfast but is too busy using a walker when he can walk without it. I serve his food in a plate and give him a glass of water, although he can actually serve his own food and get a glass of water himself but is just too lazy and prefers to pretend being weak just so he can get people to serve him.

Let me stress out one important point here before we proceed:

I FUCKING WASHED MY HANDS OKAY? AND YES, I WASHED MY FUCKING HANDS WITH GERMICIDAL SOAP AND I DID IT THOROUGHLY. Now moving on…

I know I’m being an enabler, but what choice do I have? I once tried to ignore him hoping that he would get his own food but then of course my uncle did it himself and got pissed at me so to avoid another such occurrence, I just fucking do it myself. Don’t get me wrong I love my dad. I have always wanted to write about him here because he pisses me off but I don’t, because I do love him.

After his food is ready, I take a shower, and then get ready for work. I can’t afford to have a car. I mean I can buy one, but after that I can’t afford gas, maintenance fees, and insurance so I just bike instead. At least I save some cash and get a dose of cardio right?

To be continued…Probably…Just a fucking dose of drama…

Moral Lesson:

TAKING A SHIT IS JUST TOO PLAIN BORING. IT CAN ALWAYS BE BETTER. READING WHILE TAKING A SHIT IS OVERRATED. SHITTING WHILE WATCHING? – FUCKING PERFECT!