It's Hurltastic
Monday, October 20, 2008
Foolishly assuming that this blog used to have some semblance of quality in the first place, I have come to realize the rapid deterioration, content-wise, of my Dirty Shirt. Then again, I didn’t put this thing up in order to be an actual decent blogger, to be the type who’d punch something of import out, which is what quite a few of my friends actually do, and do very well.
And again, I have no point to this entry, really, as with all of my other entries as of late. This is just my attempt to center myself while still reeling from a particularly ridiculous hangover, one which made me spew out the pitiable entry just before this one and filled me with (whodathunk?) an extra ounce of shame.
But I do want to share, for the benefit of my beloved Dumag duckies, that I had a pretty nifty afternoon. After the job interview (whose details I will not divulge because god I don’t want to jinx it), Tokwa, his officemate Loi, and I were smoking on the sidewalk at Maginhawa when who should pass by but Lambert and his cozy monkey headphones. It was a nice little reunion, a serendipitous follow-up to the larger reunion last Friday at Greenbelt, wherein Dustin, Banana Man Lawrence, Leslie, Carmela, Leeza Sexpot and I caught the performance of Tokwa’s play. It was just one of those times when the world’s smallness works in your favor. (Mga katsubong, buhay pa si Lamberto!) It helped tide my hangover for a bit, anyway.
And there you go. Swinging right back into the sophomoric blogging device that is the hangover reference. I will stop now. I will go lie down and try to be less of a goddamn formula.
posted by marguerite @ 10:30 PM
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