the minutiae of migraines

had a weekend overnighter with the zombitch. i watched quentin tarantino cowboy up and the dude from casshern deflect bullets with a katana (hey, that was my idea, too, sensei!) in sukiyaki western django; she watched jang geum accomplish acts of anger against oh-dae su in sympathy for lady vengeance. she delegated three-fourths of bedspace to herself without my permission and i surrendered after fruitless negotiations with her snoring carcass. the next day, we woke up to a battle of guitar hero on my ps2, which i won of course, then left for lipa to meet up with a man who goes by the name obi (but still randell parcon to me). traversing the brand spankin new star tollway extension, we happened upon an "accident". she was taking pictures of us while i drove and i faked having lost control of the wheel. a series of shots to depict a make-believe car crash immediately followed. don't click here for the full "report". click here instead.

picked randell up from the side of the road and we hung out in sm city lipa. the pussycat dolls knockoffs were scheduled to perform later in the day so randell and i agreed to check em out and sport boners. the flightless harpy went home and us boys bounced over to robinsons to rebuild a triangle with teta. kristine a.k.a. teta was my mother-in-pretense back in high school. she's a real mom now and is happily married. she spilled all sorts of jellybeans on us, updating us on the goings-on regarding our batchmates. who married who, who's still single (like us), who died, who became successful, who suffered a bitter fate. after a quick pizza munch, we dropped teta off at her house and broke the speed limit to see the kitty girls shake their asses while holding phallic mics (the kitty kitty girls song with the k-i-t-t-y shit was that day's lss). but goddarn it we missed the performance and only caught a glimpse of jocelyn oxlade sucking a straw while they left the building. disappointed that he didnt get to flash his at the kitty girls, randell contacted our next date: wendy, my first ex-girlfriend.

in a cafe at robinson's sideskirts, wendy came with a guy whose name i forgot. she is engaged but not to this guy. anyways, talked about stuff that our conversation with teta didnt cover, with regular interruptions of my past with wendy. she repeatedly coaxed me to explain why i left her with nary a whimper of why. i refused to discuss the topic in front of uninvolved people. looking back, my reason was pretty stupid. but i was a boy, an innocent idealistic idiot in interrelationship issues. i cant even get my brain around how i courted her considering the fact that i was a complete wuss at that time. hmm, i surmise that i have some good luck with ensnaring girls but am ill-fortuned with keeping them. may i cross paths with my original half soon so i wouldn't have to play the abandoner anymore.

another pointless post, i know. i had some words lying around in my head unused so i cleaned up a bit to make room for new ones. thanks for enduring the pain.

p.s. i lugged around a friggin headache yesterday. and a shit-geyser the day before that.
p.p.s. iron man cometh!
p.p.p.s. kinda boring without a pic so...