In our bedroom, after something

Infatuation. It's like an adrenaline rush, coupled with the hormonal imbalance of a 15-year-old. Endorphins endorphins endorphins Not quite euphoria, but close.

We're like giggling girls up a tree house, telling secrets, our secrets, sharing stories, making them ours. We daydream, and dream in the day. We'll see what happens next...

'We'll see...'

Look where that phrase got me.

Your house or mine

I don't really care about it anymore.

But, if that really was 'hotter than your Majorcan lover,' well then...that was the best compliment I've ever heard.

Six seasons of The L Word later, I am the queen of doing things right without a manual. Thank you, Shane McCutcheon. You are my fucking hero(ine). Please send me the combat boots you wore in season 5.

I should've kept the cardigan, now I don't want to wash my sheets.

I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me.

Gaaaah!

Ra ra ra ah ah ro ma ro ma ro ma ma ga ga--i kissed a girl and i like it...

Massive alcohol consumption = god knows how many shots of sambuca/gin+tonic/schnapps resulted in a complete shutdown of moral centers. I just outslutted myself last night, at a gay club, in the corner of a gay club, then on the kitchen floor.

But of course, mother nature had to butt in, again. Severe awkwardness avoided.

I fucking love Manchester.

Wish List

The Filipino-American Kitchen: Traditional Recipes, Contemporary Flavors
(found on Amazon)

Mutants: on the Form, Varieties, and Errors of the Human Body by Armand Leroi

The Blind Watchmaker by Richard Dawkins

Moleskine notebook

Moleskine planner/diary

Blank ink for my fountain pen

Of massacre, and my present lack of interest

Maguindanao massare, 50+ people murdered, amongst them were journalists and future leaders cut short of their path to either vileness or righteousness.

Go Philippines! Not even Pacman's win could eclipse the loss of lives.

Anyway, I wish I had enough money to invite every--single--self--centered--Filipino--politician, that's all of them, to a massive party on a ship, send that ship into the Pacific, then order Russian nuclear warheads to bomb the shit out of them. Problem solved.

Almost forgot, the Catholic Archbishop of the Philippines et al are also invited. Same goes to the incompetent generals who got their stars by sleeping with whoever gives them out.

Then I'll invade the country with my own army of bulletproof ninjas and declare myself dictator.

Lucio Tan, I'm looking at you for funding.