Being Cuckoo

Last night, I was introduced to two decent looking guys by my '25-year-old' uncle housemate. Has been ages since I last laughed this hard. Was quite impressed with their 'general knowledge' - at least marginal miles away from most ignorant dumbass I've met.

I like alco. It makes me comfortable. I don't go to the other extreme of being intoxicated but I just love its effects in moderate amount. No no, I am not alco-angie. No no, I don't go wild or disinhibted from drinking. No no, I don't like getting drunk and fat hopes if you think you are going to get lucky tonight. Just kidding!

Just found out that one of the guys was a pervert (P) with super huge collection of porn stored in his computer. Thought uncle was joking when he mentioned that P's kind of lonely in life, needed a companion and that crap...blabla humans needed sex and I should not be shy. Hohoho. Thanks but no thanks man. Never did remember of having any advertisement on selling myself. P???? J told me to tell him that I'd rather die a virgin!

Still contemplating if I should carry on with my initial plan of getting a studio. If there's vacancy, I have to fork out extra $74 a week. Mit snapped at me 'EH, YOUR FATHER PRINT MONEY NOW ISSIT?.' A good daughter should save her parents money no? Lets see how things go. If there's no vacancy, then I should remain here. Afterall I just dislike the idea of updating my addresses all the time. Then I have to deal with the bank again to readjust my automatic payment and all that crap. It's just ridiculous being a nomad.

Time to buck up for endo. Not too bad to have jimbeam+coke as company.

Cheerio. :)