I was just looking at photos on facebook of someone i know who recently got married and i swear, puera exagge, that i threw up a little bit inside my mouth (partida i only had one meal today) and i had a major physical cringe and i got scared that it felt like a seizure because i think a few brain cells died. Because they had a theme. Who. The. Hell. Gets married. With a theme. Tacky. Ghetto. Ratchet. What kind of occasion was that, a debut? Quincenera? Bar Mitzvah? And I never really understood wedding/debut/whatever culture with their stupid parlor games and photobooths and ugh the chair with the tarp of you above it wherein you get to sit so everyone may ogle at you from their seats while they’re eating. And the emcee with the fake diction who can barely pronounce anybody’s names correctly because you fucking hired a fucking stranger.
Honestly the only reason why I attend these things = food. And don’t you dare serve me caldereta and fucking pancit and gelatin. I want lengua, salpicao, grilled salmon, eclairs, fak dis culture.
But to each their own, right?? Hope they enjoyed it because I didn’t. I am a bad person.
OF COURSE I REALLY SUCK AT THIS I ONLY STARTED A FEW DAYS AGO
I am very uninspired though lol
I should post a few more detailed posts in the next few days when I get good enough to brag about my new skill lol
Minding my own business, freehand lettering random lyrics from whatever was streaming on Pandora, this is hard :( yes i am listening to old timey Jazz as in Doris Day shiz).
So i was cleaning my room and found my Fruitcake (the book) by the Eraserheads and two back issues of Pugad Baboy.
Back when phentermine was a norm