Dreaming of Dancing Burritos

Got to play Pinoy Henyo (sp?) with officemates. Had "Toll Free Number" slapped on my forehead while I tried to guess the durned word. Too bad I didn’t have a picture, so I just drew this on the whiteboard. I guess this should suffice.

I looked stupid.

Ayt. Been wasting my weekend lying in my bed, unless called for. Still raining. I hope I’ll be better tomorrow morning.

I got nauseous and threw up earlier for some reason. Must be food. It felt good, though, and I’ve been fighting the urge to stick two fingers down my throat ever since. S’too disgusting, even for me.

Been having fever dreams. I miss my Katamari dreams, which lasted in my mind for…a few months. Too bad I no longer have them. They were fun.

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I got a Vertigo Tarot deck, for a 60% discount. Why the discount? It lacked one card. The Page of Cups.

Here’s my train of thought diagram that ran across my head when the lady told me about the missing card:

Vertigo Tarot Deck - Missing Card = strange deck (60% discount / Something Wanting Me To Get It Factor) = special Tarot deck

So I got it.

Despite my thoughts that it should be been as good as free in the first place; a lone card in a 78-card set is still invaluable.

I am able to read simple spreads. I can tell the deck still performs despite the handicap.

Yep, special.

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So my cosplay pic was printed on Fudge magazine. Haha kahit thumbnail lang. Lolzerz.

I better end this right now before my thoughts get even more disjointed. I still don’t feel peachy.

This here in eTelecare’s Matrix Lab. You should picture me typing away right now, pressing on backspace every five goddamn keystrokes because of any of the following reasons:

• new keyboard
• cold laboratory (brrr)
• stupid fingers
• scared the crap out of waiting for my turn for the mock call (not really scared. But I really want to use the word "crap" and I figured that "scared" goes well with it) assessment.

I bring my PSP everyday to work (well, training. But I get paid so what the f***ing heck), and it’s been making the rounds recently. It’s alright; the people who play my PSP are human equivalents for RO’s bots. I get home, discover a hefty amount of G (damn, I wish it were the E), and use it for modifying characters in Tekken Dark Resurrection.

Everybody is HAPPY WAPPY [insert the HAPPY WAPPY logo here]. Oh right, I’ve yet to scan the logo here as well as other of my recent scribbles.

I feel so DRUGGED. I’m sapped out of life force. You get that with waiting for the

• dentist
• surgeon
• your turn for the one-on-one exam
• !@#$% (can’t resist, sorry)

And I twiddle my thumbs. Oh, am I allowed to start a sentence with "And?" No? Shit, forget it.