BATTLE OF THE SEXES.

OVER CAKE.

this is no fucking joke.

on monday, the first of february, 1900 hours, douglas tseng and i will be eating ourselves to death at ps cafe, dempsey, as we attempt this amazing feat.

(first to consume the monster wins 50 bucks.)

i repeat, this is the double chocolate fucking blackout cake and this is definitely no fucking joke.

be there or be square.

off and on days.

last few months have been harrowing, and ive not been meeting everyone as much as i'd like to. all my time has been consumed by work, and i hardly have the strength to do anything properly on my off days. however, sometimes when i push myself into doing things and it eventually proves it worthwhile.

like dougie and i on saturday. :D (a very wtf moment it was!)

or like cheek and i last night. but the only thing that made it worthwhile was the incredible single malt whiskey that we drank. HAHAA KIDDING LUHH I LOVE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE.

i need more time to chill like this with my friends, family, girlfr.

24 hours are not enough, yes?

p.s.: scandal i miss you like a peeing drunk dude. we'll hang soon okayy!

if it's not enough.

btw, reasons i love my scandal is because she's fucking adorable please.

two of the five things she has to do before she dies:

1. ride a horse. not just any dumb ugly horse. it has to have music sense and clipclop to my tempo. like those really well-trained horses they use in equestrian.

2. milk a cow. not just any dumb fugly cow. it has to have black and white patches. and the white has to be pure creamy white and not yellow-stained-with-urine white.

HAHAA WHAT THE FUCK HORSE AND COW ALSO HAVE TO CHOOSE HAHAHAHAHAHAA.

evan i love you. <3 in my case, the question is not what on earth am i doing here, but what on earth am i going to do here. the tragedy of this is, i can't think of a single goddamn thing i have to do before i pass. two ways to look at this, because i have no direction whatsoever, and because nothing is good enough for me. who the fuck invented crossroads, i'd like to know. c'est la vie.