Dear dumb diary

Am I the princess or the frog?

Eat that motherfuckers.

Okay, I think everybody knows that I'm apparently not a virgin anymore. end of topic.

No, I have no plans elaborating this cause I'm already expecting that most of you bitches telling me that I'm the frog, so I'd rather talk about my karma. Remember that part of my blog where I talked about the 3 significant people you'll meet in your life? Yes, them. Though just in case you're new here or if you just usually read the first and last paragraphs of my posts, your karma would be that person who'll break you.

Theory says that this "bitch" will make you learn a lesson. Notwithstanding drama, depression, late night talks with your best friend and your whole transformation to being the queen B. In retrospect, you will eventually learn from him/her and will probably meet your soul mate. eventually. well, supposedly.

I've always assumed that I already learned my lesson. No matter how cheesy or stupid it may seem I'm quite sure that all of us has gone through the love vs. lust drama already. You know, the part where you-know-who gets you-know-what. Its all part of the process of growing up, how there's this big line between lust and love. Approximately 8 inches thick if you want to know how thick the line is.

I hate it when life kicks me by the balls. Its like having a seizure with no one caring if you're on 50:50 already. You know the drill; you break up with your pseudo soul-mate, you get EMO like any other person would, you get so fucked up that you begin to be bitchy with almost everyone, and then you go back to dating again.

A friend told me that one-night-stands are so over-rated. I begged to differ. Everyone does it, and if you look at it thoroughly Freud is right. We are all driven for sex. Like any crazy motherfucker, leading us to bed is the utmost reason to why we decided to be a dentist, a teacher, a scientist, and most specially-a fireman.

It was really stupid to be praying to God how ready I am to die as soon as he grants me of losing my virginity. Luckily unfortunate, I lost my virginity a few days after that and I'm stuck with praying how I'd rather be dead after I see my grandchildren graduate college. Yes, like what your grandma used to say when you ate with her during lunch. Exactly just like it.

This leads me back to how I miss being naive. That part of my life where I just thought about what porn site will I check out later or how I'm going to date this hot new girl from school. Don't you guys just miss it? Though I can choose to act naive, I'd rather be the wise-ass than than dumb-jerk if you were to ask me.

Inspired by Twisted Tomato's Jake

To be continued with how I met my karma and how I had the best sex of my life yet.