Fast Forward Friday
Well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Someone had to get out of her rut and that someone is me. It’s Friday and I had shitload of errands to do. The familia de horreur is going on holiday tomorrow morning. I didn’t want to join them because I’m feeling sick/feverish and I need to finish a couple of projects while they’re gone. I’m gonna be all alone (they’re taking the help with em) so I’m gonna spend the next few days at a friend’s pad while they’re gone. Enough crap. Let’s play pictionary!
You know, I used a different camera today and I’m very disappointed with the quality and the color of the pictures. I think I need to toy around with the settings blah blah blah yaddi yaddi yadda. I have zero patience when it comes to fiddling around with gadgets so I’ll probably switch back to my old camera.
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Pictionary PRIMETIME coming soon.
I’m on a roll!
The spitting image of health
I couldn’t do it. I chickened out and ditched the salon at the last minute. In fact, I got there on time but my stylist was busy with another client… some fat lady in her 40s. We exchanged airkisses blah blah blah then he told me to take a seat and wait for the shampoo lady. I was all nervous and shit so I told him I’m gonna smoke a cigarette for a few minutes.
Fast forward an hour later, I sent him a text message saying I’ll reschedule sometime this weekend.
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It’s Jacquetta Wheeler season once again
Don’t you just LOVE the weather? It’s been cloudy and gray the past few days — I hope it lasts long. I’m really sick and tired of the heat. One of the reasons why I almost never go out during the day is because of the fact that I sweat like a whore in church as soon as you put me under the sun. I took this photo just now. Isn’t the sky oh so beautiful? I love it!
I just can’t wait for "summer" to be over. Time to get new jackets, I guess. Afterall, Jacquetta Wheeler made a cameo on the recent Dior Cruise show. It’s a sign of things to come.
PS. My hair is SOO long it’s not even funny anymore.
I honestly never thought this day would come but I’m glad I made the decision. Soo therapeutic!
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Certificate of Appreciation
OH. MY. GOD. Yesterday was fun. Guess who got a little certificate from one of the top MBA/Business schools in the fabulous third world for "invaluable services" rendered? And no, I’m not talking about peddling my infamous blowjobs and
crystal meth/amphetamine adderall pills to MBA students to help them with their exams.
Ateneo de Manila University Graduate School of Business! Woohoo! This is wayyyyyy better than my diploma from Debbie’s Korrespondence with Klass Skool of Kosmetology!!!!
For the life of god.
You know, the other day, I thought I’d meet up with one of my good ol’ friends, Mrs. T., for a little bit of chit chat over a nice cuppa. I haven’t seen her in AGESSSSS and it’s not often I get to go to her area. Talk about perfect timing — it was nice of her to make time for ickle old me (yes babe, I am OLDDDDDDD I HATE ITTTT) in between her meetings.
The first thing she told me is that I lost some weight. BTW, I’m warning you, I look like a diseased haggard old skank in the photo you are about to see on that link but hey, that’s nothing new. Hahahaha!
Nueva Yorkers, read this: a little bird told me I might be doing a cameo appearance in tomorrow’s NY Post Sunday Pulse. Shhhh! Let’s keep it a secret; I don’t want to jinx it. Afterall, the New York Post, home of Page Six, is America’s 5th largest newspaper, even larger than the Washington Post in terms of circulation. Maybe I should start writing more "open letters"? You never know who’s reading my blog these days. Hah! Be sure to get yourselves a copy cause if I do end up being there, y’all need to scan it.
Geography is no boundary when it comes to Bryanboy’s faggotry sooooooo yeah. Whatevs.
I’m too lazy to do an update. Will do it later.
P.S. I think this is a sign. Us Weekly, Star, People, National Enquirer, News of the World, The Sun and The Mirror, here I come! LOL
Stop. Freeze. Listen. Work it!
Do you ever find yourself in situations where you just want to FREEZE the moment and get the entire world to stop in order for you to tackle things one at a time? If you think people with 9-5 jobs got it hard, try having an 20-hour workday. It’s been a madhouse the past few days, it’s just CRAZY! 24 hours is simply NOT ENOUGH! People in the third world are enjoying their bloody "holy week" holidays left and right doing nothing and here I am, stressed like a prune, because of the sheer amount of things I have on my plate.
I reached yet another all-time low yesterday night. Click, click, click! It’s time for good ol’ verbal diarrhea!