Bitchicisms

I've been moaning and groaning about all the blah blahs of the men/fucktoys in my life for most of last year. In fact, this blog was mostly started so I could moan and groan about them in secret. I just up and decided to end it all. Commit playlist suicide. By killing them not in memory, but in the present.

Yep, I no longer go to those places. I'm generally avoiding 3 drinking nightspots. I am also mainly avoiding hanging out with 1 person. But that's mostly because I realized he is kind of an asshole.

I just want to be left alone. All the contacts/options in those locales/circles are either exhausted or tainted. In fact, I'm not even that horny right now. Maybe if I see The Jackhammer again I'll get horny. Maybe if I find someone attractive. Now I'm pretty ok with my fingers, working out my plans and going on hiatus. Damn, whenever I say the word hiatus, 10 dicks suddenly start lining up for my mouth. Well, we'll see. Play DDR in TriNoMa, maybe I'll find you (I like to watch).

So yeah, I heard from a guy in a bar. The guy who said it was actually someone I was sleeping with. And yes, I have gotten texts from him before 10PM but that really didn't mean anything. Except that he was impatient and couldn't wait.

Is this true? I do have some people I send SMS (SMS-es?plural form anyone?) to after 10PM. Mostly, because I get bored with whoever I'm drinking with at the moment and I wanna bounce to someplace else (I am also trying to curb this, I think it's a horrible habit to get into).

And, in hindsight, most of the people I messaged were actual potential fucks. Some were old (literally) standbys, others were new untested dudes. Most of the messages were random "hey"s "you out?"s and "what cha doin?"s. The underlying meaning being "hey, maybe we can have sex?" There's a maybe there cos sometimes when I do really wanna have sex, I often just say "you wanna hook up". Most of the time I just say "Fuck me?"

Is that a fast and tested-rule though? Cos I have set up booty calls prior to 10PM. And I have had booty calls scheduled in the afternoon (they were exempt from being sex dates cos there was no requisite date part of movie/dinner/coffee).

I recently received an SMS from this one dude I made the mistake of sleeping with once. He keeps asking me where I am and what I'm doing at around 11 PM on a weekend. Come on! I'm either purposely at home or out having fun. If you wanna fuck just say so. Jeez, you're the one with the dangling balls. Be as obvious as them and ask. I'd probably still say no though.

The things you learn online:

New underwear technology has been invented to give cocks more freedom while keeping balls snug and secure! Ballbras anyone?

Now you too can enjoy more semen in your life. With the economic problems, you can make money from something you're already used to ingesting. (If you're one of those that swears they have never swallowed semen, have you ever gone to a fast food restaurant? With disgruntled employees? And asked for extra mayo/special sauce?)

I really love bacon, but I don't really think it gives much boobage support.

Anti-religion: watch Religulous. Better yet, make all your friends watch it. Particularly those not sure where they stand in the whole God-debate. It will make you think. I watched it then followed it up with an audiobook on the philosophy of religion and I'm still confused but searching. Religulous fave moments: *fundamentalist girl saying she doesn't hate fags, but God does *Vatican astronomer saying there is no scientific fact in the Bible *Catholic man in truckstop chapel saying that the blood on the shroud of tourin (he called it turpin) was female blood cos Jesus was born of a virgin birth

And some local lovin:

Rustom Padilla is no more! All hail Bebe Gandanghari! (and yes, I loved your shoes on Startalk)


Oh, and whatever the hell happened to that reproductive health bill thing? I read it, it seems like a really big and unwieldy bill, but it is a step in the right direction. Is no one covering it again? Then it shall die. Because you know the Catholic Church will stop that shit. And totally has no regard for the separation of church and state. There is no reasoning with them btw. We can try but they have no reason. And also possibly because their supporters have more free time.

(Thanks Pajiba, Perez and DListed) (Also the Multiply profiles of staunch Catholics. hahahha)

Salon recently did a feature about weird memorabilia for the new American president. And while most were the general watches and plates, one that stood out for me was the dildo.

Ozam Group LLC is selling these for $34.95 each. They come in two colors: blue and gold. No black ones as Salon mentioned. But why are the colors blue and gold? Blue can be explained by USA's flag colors but gold?



The ridges at the back and on the balls are predictably realistic and will stimulate nerves for sure. the face and torso on the head are...well..interesting... You can't actually see Obama when you stuff him inside you. Maybe you can just imagine how his entire head looks inside your pussy/ass? Maybe that'll get you off? That the first black American president's entire torso is fucking you?

Haven't been able to find the complete lyrics to this one, I always get results of another song with the same title by a similarly-named band. But the chorus knocks my socks off:

Baby
Always ready your pretty little lips
Make room for my fingertips
So I can get caught between your legs tonight...

Sadly, most of the rest is still unintelligible. I will try to decipher it ASAP.

Here's the video, in case you wanna hear the song. The vocalist is kinda fug and I'm willing to bet this will be a one-hit wonder. The melody is catchy, they kinda sound like a shallow/horny emo-band (am thinking of either The Used or Coheed but I'm not sure [this is a disclaimer cos fans might kill me]).

To those that haven't seen the totally awesome Durex commercial of condom animals having wild monkey sex (though I think they kinda look more like dogs), watch it on YouTube!.

You know how y'all hate it when people blog about why their not blogging? Well, skip this post then.

But no, seriously.

Isn't it weird how libido/horniness/perviness suddenly disappears in the face of other things? Well, maybe it is just me. I haven't been walking the streets looking for a hot meal. I've been mostly being geeky and just staying out of trouble. It must be some New Year thing.

Been really busy, and I've become weirdly fixated on Pete Wentz. Which is totally weird. I thought I already swore off guys that wear guyliner... And man, I am attracted to attention-whore douchebags in bands. Jeebus, it sucks when you become totally and suddenly self-aware.

So I had just given up on sleep after one hour of sleep and the succeeding two hours of trying but not achieving sleep. Sucks how when you try harder to sleep you just can't seem to get there. The normal nipple-tweaking and fantasizing that relaxes me didn't work. So I decided to play Crayon Physics, and ended up frustrated cos apparently I finished the demo version. Decided to wake up and visit random links. Then I suddenly remembered to check this blog. And OMG, there were comments on the last post!

BRAD and Anonymous (who I hope is not some [former] friend who has this link and just likes hearing/reading about my shit on the down-low [cos that would totally be creepy]), thanks for reminding me that people read this shit. And hey, someone notices me over the Interwebs. Huzza!

So yeah, like Chris Brown said in that Wall to Wall song, "I'm baaaack..."