I Beat ANOREXIA!

Y’all better buy me that "I Beat Anorexia!" t-shirt after the binge I had at McDonald’s earlier this morning.

2 double cheeseburgers, 2 large cokes, 2 large fries and 2 x 6pc chicken nuggets in a span of 2 hours. I’m gonna be soo screwed for life but what the heck, we only get to live once and when it’s over, it’s over. Why deprive ourselves? There’s always liposuction and collonic irrigation.




Gawwwwd. It’s 1AM on a Sunday and I just want to crawl back to bed. I’ve spent the entire day yesterday (Saturday) sleeping.

I went out early on Friday night because one of my friends is moving back to Australia after spending a year here in the third world. It’s kinda sad but I know the bitch will come back on March/April — as a REAL diplomat. The whore got offered a job a diplomatic position at the kangaroo embassy and now it’s up to her whether or not she’ll take the offer. Oh well.

We met up at our usual haunt, M Cafe, for crab cakes and cocktails, followed by a quick trip to the club (Cuisine/Embassy) for more drinks. We also went to the gay club, Government, for a sneak peek before dropping by McDonald’s for a post-clubbing snack, which, in my case, turned out to be a binge.

I’m really getting old and I’m turning into a stale twenty-something. All I had last night were:

10 is reasonable. Got a little tipsy but not drunk. It usually take about a dozen and a half cocktails to lose my inhibitions and about 2 dozen for me to lose my morals.

Who am I kidding? I absolutely have no inhibitions whatsoever and I lost all my morals when I was 12.

Overall it was a fun night. I got home at around 4AM, which is still within the bounds of normalcy.

To be honest with you, I feel kinda guilty cause I know I’m supposed to be sad cause my friend is leaving but I’m really not that bothered. I mean, I’m sad but not like you know, "sad sad sad oh my god I’m gonna miss you" sad sad.

I think I’m used to "it" by now… like what I said before, I churn friends/people more than anyone and people come and go to my life like the revolving doors at Selfridges.

 

Let’s play pictionary now, shall we?

People stare. Make it worth their while. Hahahahahaha!

Chomp. Chew. Swallow. Purge. Do I look like I got zombie hands like Nicole?

I don’t know HOW I did it but I even managed to make that burger look gay. My father must be proud!

Don’t you just love the fact that I resemble a lower primate with a limp wrist?

I make your average queer look like WWF wrestlers. No amount of shades and clothes can cover up my faggotry. My little oversized Marc Jacobs top matches the McDonald’s bags in my hand.


Today’s Obligatory Paparazzi Shot

Scratch and sniff.

As always, you know how to get hold of my moist hairy mangina. Email bryanboy@gmail.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.

I’ll update in a bit.

I love you all!