Blag ni Kim

Damn it! another drinking session bade farewell to yesterday as it welcomes today’s dawn with the drunken haze from the breath of Bacchus. I don’t know. It felt so damn weird. Was it the ambiance? Was it my company? Was it my mood? I do not know. Damn it! Shet! It felt very weird because it seemed like I wasn’t affected by the damn alcohol as much as I was, well yesterday. Hehehe. I just can’t believe that my alcohol tolerance would be that strong. It seems to be too good to be true. I dunno. I still can get over the fact that such resistance to Dionysus is possible. Weeeeee

Anyway, I have a deeper shit to excrete. Hehehe. We drank last night at Migs, Tinay, and Gino’s apartment unit. They were my ex-officemates way back when I still write for the publication. The hell, I miss them. This morning, I appreciated them like shit hell. Damn! I almost cried. It was then that I realized that it wasn’t really of service why I stayed in the paper for so long despite facing the lowest of lows of my erotic passion for writing. I stayed because I love these fucking assholes like they were my fuck buddies. I loved them like hell. And it was this morning that I realized that I still love them like burning hell, even more. Well, as the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. If only they could see my "figurative heart," they would see the whole apartment unit entirely filled by my fat, fond heart. Damn those people! Curse them! How dare they attach themselves to my heart! Now, I feel bad for leaving! Go to hell, Perspective People!