Friday Night Blarghopufts.

September 21, 2007

I don't know about Fritz or Bim, but it's been two days and my asshole is still burning from those spicy-ass Korean noodles that we ate.

Speaking of Korea, I was supposed to have gone to a job interview today, for a part-time English tutoring for Koreans gig. The interview lady no-showed, but it's cool since their office is in the same building as ours. I can drop by again on Monday. I need as much money as I can get right now, because I intend to: a) Go to Hong Kong or Cebu before the year ends, b) buy the latest/upcoming releases from The Rapture, Motion City Soundtrack, Jimmy Eat World, Cartel, Arctic Monkeys, Foo Fighters, Armor For Sleep, Secret Machines, Angels & Airwaves, Wu-Tang Clan, and a shitload of other music, and c) sustain my (I like to call it) "attraction" to a little alcohol.

Speaking of booze, I puked in front of a friend's house at 6 in the morning last Saturday. She was leaving in a few hours to go back to the States, and I wasn't even supposed to see her that day. As fate would have it, I found myself driving back from Makati at 4 in the morning that Saturday, chugging a liter of gin-pineapple in under an hour at another friend's place here in Las Piñas, driving to her place, throwing up in her front yard, and hugging her to say goodbye - something which, like I said, wasn't supposed to even happen, given an elaborate case of time constraints. Anyway, she got me The Starting Line's new CD, and it came with an autographed booklet and a t-shirt.

 

Kitkat and I from a coupla years back. Autographed Starting Line CD. Yeah, boiiii.

Another friend also came home from abroad a few weeks ago. He is, hands down, the funniest person I know. Read a bit about our more recent escapades here. Anyway, he's gone back to China now. Your sudden knack for the shittiest types of alcohol is starting to worry me, Huey.

Huey and the Beer Tower at Gerry's Grill.

Anyway, my left eye's been twitching since last night. So, toodles.