OMG. I think I’m destined to be a matron.
I finally had the chance to wear my nice, new (well it’s vintage so whatever) sweater that I got from "I Love You Store". It’s sooo cute. I really really really love it. I was looking at some of my weekend photos and thought "damn, I look like someone familiar."
Anything that you say is beneath me.
I love the Philippines. I really do. There’s no other place in this planet where someone on a budget can live like a king. Cigarettes are less than a dollar (it doesn’t matter whether it’s US, Australian, Canadian, New Zealand or heck, even "China dollar", which a former presidential candidate once said… yes, we’ve got a shitload of lunatic presidential candidates) and booze is fucking cheap. People all over the world flock this shithole to get drunk, fuck some cheap pussy and of course, catch the gift that keeps on giving.
There’s a thousand and one reasons why I love this country. Like Jollibee. God knows how many times I molested the bee without him paying for me. Someone should start some sort of a petition to get Jollibee to pay me a shitload of money. I’ve spent far too much cash on their chains and Jollibee is the reason why I’m clinically obese. We all know Jollibee Chickenjoy is heaven in a cardboard box.
Unfortunately with every 1001 good things I love there are 575 shitty things I hate about this country. One of them are Filipinos in general. It’s gonna take 10 years for me to create a list why I fucking hate citizens of the land of the brown, l’exotique and the natives so I made a little random "stop it" list instead.