adventures of a couch potato

countdown to extinction. roughly two weeks transmutated to six days in my grand stalkin' calendar. jelly ace could not --ever-- resist the temptation of draining blood off my face and chilling my hands (and feet) to a frostbite. there she goes with the cloned korean royalty in tow. good thing i did not insist on betting next cut off's pay for the daring feat. yep, as kaladkarin as the last one. i continued eating my ginisang upo with giniling while their eyes bulged like UFOs in warp speed. wake me up when september ends. mahwang has arrived. "sinong TL nyo?" -- this is the first question you have to ask. daggers flew out of my eyes. ay powtah ka these as squinty as yours. these are the first words out of your hideously charming self? take me to your leader (let's see what she's got before i cut her throat and feast on her tiffany-shaped sorry excuse for a heart). chelita was beaming like a six year old high on acid. yes, she could have died experiencing nirvana in the next half hour. mine would be khankhunkernitz -- the fifth level of happines defined by chito miranda. you guys have to make me cut the cake of the month. having so much fun watching me trying real hard not to fumble with the knife. betting on how long i could keep my composure. that would be give or take thirty minutes before i broke down and squealed oh em gee gemini! thank god you are far off to frodo's house to the double doors.  

i'm such a sucker for pretty things. the cake or the clone? i would have to say both. would i lose my religion for your protestant beliefs? considering the possibility that you may not be catholic. djalang. maybe i can.  

touch the color green. animo la salle. 081607