Doggone Food and Heavy Petting Stuff

i ate my first pet. his name was gabby and he's a dog. i was barely 4 years old when i ate him. i don't want to dwell on details but back then, i thought it was fine, like eating the pig or chicken we've been feeding for the past 12 months .


and i don't blame nobody from back then cos i think they think it was fine. only when i was about 10 years old did i realize the inappropriateness of it all. plus, a few weeks back, there was a violent reaction  from my boyfriend about this piece of revelation that made me realize once again how taboo my dinner was once upon a time when i was more or less an innocent little toddler. 


but  i'm not here to talk about pets and barnyard animals long gone. i'm here to talk about sperm, the magical dog. he died a day after my dad's funeral. he was a magical dad.


but i'm not here to talk about my dad. i'm really here to talk about sperm. because he seemed human, more human than some people i know.


but i'm not here to talk about those less human people coz they're not worth talking about coz they're less human than most animals, including humans.


i just miss sperm very much. all his funny antics and misadventures along a kilometer strip of the road makes me smile in a silly kind of way. blame it on the goose!

Twilight Zone

The roosters are crowing, the sun is almost rising, the PUJs are on the go and I'm still going hither and thither looking for toilet paper. At quarter to five. Because of course, I gotta pee. 


It's technically 3 days after my birthday, which means the party dust has settled. Or has it? Of course not, coz why else am I still awake at such an ungodly hour? The reason is -- party booze party, of course! And the real reason is:

that wtf moment when you wake up after having had too much to drink that you fell asleep on the couch while watching tv and you can't go back to sleep so you drink some more!


So there. Good morning. I hope i'm not too wtf-upped tomorrow! Coz i have to be productive at work. And i want to be productive with the life partners after! 


So i concluded that if i want my work and my life partners to last forever (life partners are more or less guaranteed though. For work, you just have to get up on time and be productive the rest of the working day.) The good thing about life partners is that you can go out and multiply the fun anytime you're free!


So I don't know what my point is. Helloooo, I'm boozed up so lay off me!


Okay! It's five fuckin' AM!!! Let's make this work!