A Festering Turd of Shenanigans

I’m a twenty-one year old woman, currently living in Manila, Philippines. I recently got a job, and I have a heavy feeling that that’s supposed to make me feel responsible. But. I’ve really no idea what I’m doing, most of the time.

And How is a repository of my brain’s shit. It is a place where I try to make sense of things, because I’m getting tired of grappling around for meaning. You know how this feels: if you have been piss-drunk in the past, and have experienced waking up in the middle of the night with no clothes on, and have crawled around trying to search for your underwear but ended up leaving without it, and have discovered that you have your shirt on backwards, and that you have puke in your hair and your shoes, then I’m sure – you know how this feels.  

Quite simply, this is exactly like the time when you tried to take a crap but you find that you couldn’t. You just can’t. There is no why, it just is: your asshole just refuses to open up. And all that release inside you, waiting to come out, just curdles into this little mean bastard cramping your stomach.

My life is exactly like that. 

In my past I have always been a little too sentimental for my own good. Recently I have finally given the world what it really wanted from me in the first place: the finger. It’s tough, to care so much, so I won’t. So there.

There’s not much in here, to tell you the truth. But if you need money, good sex, or friendship, you can go here.

(All photographs are taken by me, unless otherwise noted.)

P.S.
I like MacGyver. I try to channel his problem-solving skills. Sometimes.