I immaculately conceived Gonorrhea.

But before I get any further, I would like to say I did not immaculately conceive anything. Let’s leave me out of this, because I’m so clean it’s almost squeaky.hehe

Kidding aside, someone did.

It would have been neat if both parties got involved of the infamous 5-way hook up that had transpired a long time ago… Maybe not I it’s not your thing, but still - that would’ve given them valid reason why the faucets been leaking down under.

Saying “Hon, I think I got an infection from that sex party we joined at.” than “Bitch, I mean, Hon I tested positive, and I think I got it from you.” would have been way way easier.

I mean whatever happened to those balloons that come in different flavors? If you can’t be good then be at least safe. Dude, put some raincoats on. And girls, who says you can’t buy those. *Cough DOTTED cough. It’s even sexy, in a bondage kind of way.hehe

Believe me; being safe goes a long long way. And unless you’re Mary, you can never immaculately conceive anything. You probably got it from that one night stand you wish you never had.

The drinking problem

About my drinking problem. There’s no such thing. And neither does Rianne. We didn’t fail, right? So there’s nothing to talk about. I made it. She made it too-miraculously. And so did Rob. So there’s nothing.

I know I have been too lax earlier the second semester… got drunk when I passed, got drunk when I failed, got drunk all the time, got drunk for no reason whatsoever. I just did it for Rhum. And boy did he get it done. I enjoyed, got wasted, puked at times, and sported way lot of hangovers. Bottom line is, I enjoyed.

But if I drank hard, I studied harder. I did what a student ought to do; have my brain whacked against stockpile of books. I may have missed some sessions but it was worth it. I couldn’t be more proud of myself.

So about the drinking problem, it’s nonexistent. If it did, I wouldn’t be here at all. It's not like I already texted people that we're having some hard drinking session later. I haven't. Well maybe later.

F.Ü.C.K. You

For Ünlawful Carnal Knowledge, I strongly believe Lily Allen’s Fuck You should be taught to preschool kids.

At least when they grow up they won’t be as fucked up as some people.

They won’t be camwhoring that much. They could and maybe they would… but it won’t be more than the proverbial understandable and allowable 75 frames. 75 frames is already too much, but seeing the same face on the same pose over and over and over with a different background in all gazillion albums is just way too much. You went to this place and that place. Big deal. I went there too… in my dreams.

They won’t be self-absorbed, self-obsessed, self-serving individuals who talk about themselves all day long and think the whole world revolves around them. They won’t be all “me me me me me me”. They won’t go to the bathroom and blog about it. I go there too and usually I take a leak or dump some shit there- not update it on my status.

Am I just being too hard on these breed or should I just turn my email notifications off, but until then, “fuck you fuck you very very much. We hate what you do and we hate your whole crew so please don’t keep in touch”… preschoolers sing with me now.

Fuck You. Ü