Gawd...of all days, I'll find myself in the same lift as gymcrush when I haven't showered at all.
Rewind...
Been so bored off my f_cking mind that, as usual, it's my head that suffers. Shaved it. Loved it. Hated it after a day. Then loved it again when I realize most people do double takes when they see me with a shaved head for the first time. Technically it's not shaved - just cut to zero setting using the electric razor of Mike at Bruno's.
Been almost-bald for more than a week now. Had 2 trips to the barbers for maintenance. Who would have guessed it's more expensive to keep hair this short? But at least, cuts the time I spend trying to fix my hair (haven't used a comb in years).
Okay so finally I met my bestfriend's partner of a few months. One comment: TRU LAB. Your guess is as good as mine, and I won't elaborate anymore. If you've read my earlier blogs about weddings you'll know why I sound sarcastic (damn! am I?)
Spent Saturday night trying to stop myself from falling over my cup of coffee at Starbucks in Malate, after a few deathly boring hours at Riverbank in Marikina and after nearly tricking Manny into getting inside Sonata. Though why he'd be so allergic to Malate (or being seen in Malate?) I'll dehydrate before I figure out. Anyway, party of five went coffee in Malate, f_ck I could have just hooked up...ooops...never mind.
Caught a whiff of the conversations flying around...and I blurted that I wanted romance. There you go.
Romance. The moment the word came out of my mouth, I've instantaneously become the object of scorn and ridicule amongst my very best and not so very out friends - I may be the most fuck-it-who-cares member of the group, being so straight-forward in matters of sex and sexuality it hurts to bend - but I could also be the coldest and most pragmatic in terms of my beliefs on love and romance...In short, nobody believed me at all. Which is hard to take, considering I was so sleepy my subconscious could have been the one talking.
Well...back to gymcrush and sweaty me in the elevator...GC's sweaty as well, and so is...BF? Oh yeah, he's back. Turned up Vertigo on my Nano to the fullest and pretended I am the only one in that lift. Damn...f_ck romance. And f_ck gymcrush.
Me and U2 and my Nano...I wonder who's on Tonight Show?
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Ahhh yes... romance. To be very candid, I think it's way over rated. It's not all it's caught up to be. No such thing as "The One". There's only "The best of the pack".
If I read it right, my guess is Tru Lab is blind. It's a what-the-heck-are-you-thinking moment. Been there, sick of that.
-sigh-
ha ha i'd normally just yawn when people talk of romance in front of me...though this time I couldn't anymore - would have needed a facelift at the rate things are going that night...
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