my sweaty palms.

Friday, January 18, 2008

as much as i rejoice, "TGIF!" when friday comes,
a substantial part of me dreads the weekends.

because weekends are:

when the lies from your mouth play their part,
when your sinful hands starts holding those beer cans,
and gulps of amsterdam or heineken flowing down your filthy throat.

and when you get high and drunk, your girlfriend starts to evanesce from your mind slowly.

you feel like you are the only one who walks the earth,
everything belongs to you when the alcohol intake starts to increase.

your girlfriend gets labeled a loser when she starts nagging at you to stop drinking,
she starts biting her already-short fingernails and begins to worry.

when she has doubts regarding you,
you'll get mad; you'll tell her to go away.

and when she does,
you plead with her not to leave you.

this has been going on for 1 year 5 months.

dont blame her if she starts hating your friends (which she already is, sadly).
she might start voodooing those useless bastards who are around you.






mirza once said clubbing is a platform for guys to perform infidelity.
i beg to differ.

i think myspace.com is the number one platform for bootless guys to be unfaithful, damn it.

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