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Saturday, November 11, 2006

soldiers of charmed and their semi-charmed lives


bruzzi is bored of waiting on people.

one day my left arm is gonna be longer than my right arm. sound familiar?

i honestly wish there was a phrase to replace 'camera whore' because its so painfully overused. if the world continues using it as much as it already does, it might even make it to the dictionary. and until we find the perfect phrase, we could call ourselves photo enthusiasts. or in my case, maybe just narcissistic bitch =\

anyway, my uncle flew in from san diego yesterday and will be bunkin' at our pad until ... further notice. i find it really funny that neither of my parents have asked him how long he will be staying with us, because they don't want him to think that we're chasing him away. HAHA adults are hard to understand sometimes. i entertained the thought of poppin' the question last night over dinner, but then decided to let mom and dad continue to squirm uncomfortably as they contemplate how to go about doing it. yeah, cheap fucking thrill. speaking of thrill, i guess i am kinda thrilled that he's here, cos its been 9 long years since i've seen him.
im pretty much resigned to the fact that this ranting space will forever be subjected to minimal efforts on my part. its so easy to just spout random bullshit that comes to mind, or to put up pictures so that my friends overseas know that i'm still alive. but ultimately, we're merely satiating the appetites of invisible voyeurs. and it becomes just as easy for them to judge. i'd rather choose to indirectly cater to their superficial needs than to let them be the judge of who i really am.

mar de sade gnarled at 2:52 PM

2:52 PM