A lesson in humility
Have you ever had such a shitty week that when you lie in bed at night, you’re seriously toying with the idea of a drastic career change from a sedentary Internet Marketing executive into something more fulfilling like a guy who gives people herpes or someone who gets kicked in the balls for a living?
How about such a shitty week where grand money-making schemes permeate every minute of your consciousness because you know, that come month end, the credit card companies are going to lay down the hurt on you and the only way you’re going to get out of it is by either becoming a full-time criminal, taking up a new identity somewhere in the Ilocos region working as a dynamite fisherman or fake your own death altogether?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, that was the sort of week I had last week. So, naturally, I did what I know best to alleviate the sheer frustration I felt and that is to drink my self fuck silly.
Halloween, Backstreetboys
This post is dedicated to Halloween party hosts whose parties I ditched for intimate nights with my Xbox 360 and beer by myself. Just so we’re clear here guys, I have nothing against you. It’s just that, you see, I have this thing against Halloween and anything that has ghouls and ghosts as its theme.
Story time: When I was a boy of around thirteen, back when I was a high school sophomore, my class was supposed to do a dance number for the school’s annual foundation day. For the show, we were all supposed to dress up as vampires and do a dance number loosely based on The Backstreet Boys’ Everybody. (The Backstreet boys were pretty big when I was in High School and all the cool cats listened to their songs and shit so please don’t judge me.)
(Additional parenthesesed note: Mike Villar has the distinction of putting up the first Filipino Backstreet Boys fan site back in 1995. Again, do not judge me.)
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