boytropolis

During "Drag Me To Hell" I told my friends that I can't seem to write if I know I'm not getting paid for it. It was meant as a joke. Now it doesn't feel like one.

("I started a joke...but the joke was on me..." Chos.)

Last night I had the greasiest cheeseburger meal of my life. McDonald's Valero served me the greasiest fries and the greasiest burger in the world that even thinking of it gives me nausea.

Last night while waiting for my ride home along Ayala, I saw my Buendia Commute Crush (BCC) sitting at the back of a passing LRT Taft-Baclaran bus, which would be MY ride home. The BCC is a tall chinito guy with little facial hair and a shaved head, kind of like one of the guys in "The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift" except I haven't seen that movie and I just thought he'd fit in the cast because he looks Japanese. This BCC boards the same jeep that I do every morning so we have been together at some point for about three times on separate occasions. Once I saw him come out of the nearby Mini Stop eating ice cream from a cone. Then last night I saw him at the bus, he was up there at the farthest seat in the back and I was down there in the pavement. He saw me first. I think we're soulmates.

My cat got involved in a self-inflicted accident less than 24 hours since his arrival at my house. Thanks, Mom.

How do I put this delicately...I am disjointed, just like this blog post.