"If confusion about your love life is ruining your day, I think it's good to go over to your best friend's house and ruin her day too."
BWAHAHAHA!
That quote just reminded me of some people.
Wait.
Wait.
The line just reminded me of myself.
Back in the old days, whenever I ended up on that road called the Blues, I bugged a whole lot of people (and ruined their day).
I used to go to Moy’s house with three or four mini-cheesecakes (bought from that small cake shop along White Plains) and we’d talk about whatever was bothering me while we ate the cake. The cake, being comfort food, was supposed to make us feel better, but sometime we just went out for more cake.
Then there was time I went to Mark’s house around midnight. Since the cheesecake shop was closed, we ended up going to Wendy’s at the corner of Kamias and EDSA. We ordered take out and I kept on ranting about my love life (or lack of) until we got to the UP Oblation. There we stay til 2AM (or was it already 3AM?) Oh, if only the UP Oblation could talk it might’ve told me, “SHUT UP! SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!” (Although, it might’ve said that in Tagalog along with a few, well-placed cuss words.)
Years later, thanks to the cellphone, it allowed me to ruin the days of multiple friends and I didn’t even have to go to their house. I was just being practical about the matter. I thought if I ranted about my problem to different people, I’d get a survey, a collection of the best advice from different points of view. Continuous ranting via text (consisting of three part message) usually resulted to either getting a: “THINGS WILL BE BETTER. OK? GNITE! :-)” which meant the end of the conversation or a “SHUT UP! SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!”
Of course those days are long gone. Now, Wella gets the privilege of hearing me rant about other stuff, like work and not having enough time to write more comic book stories and work and not having enough money to publish comic books and work.
Anyway, if you ever do find a copy of Steve Martin’s L.A. STORY, tell me about it. Last time I watched that movie was on a LaserDisc we borrowed at the place formerly known as VirraMall. (FYI, it’s now called V-Mall.)
--STEVE MARTIN, L.A. Story
BWAHAHAHA!
That quote just reminded me of some people.
Wait.
Wait.
The line just reminded me of myself.
Back in the old days, whenever I ended up on that road called the Blues, I bugged a whole lot of people (and ruined their day).
I used to go to Moy’s house with three or four mini-cheesecakes (bought from that small cake shop along White Plains) and we’d talk about whatever was bothering me while we ate the cake. The cake, being comfort food, was supposed to make us feel better, but sometime we just went out for more cake.
Then there was time I went to Mark’s house around midnight. Since the cheesecake shop was closed, we ended up going to Wendy’s at the corner of Kamias and EDSA. We ordered take out and I kept on ranting about my love life (or lack of) until we got to the UP Oblation. There we stay til 2AM (or was it already 3AM?) Oh, if only the UP Oblation could talk it might’ve told me, “SHUT UP! SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!” (Although, it might’ve said that in Tagalog along with a few, well-placed cuss words.)
Years later, thanks to the cellphone, it allowed me to ruin the days of multiple friends and I didn’t even have to go to their house. I was just being practical about the matter. I thought if I ranted about my problem to different people, I’d get a survey, a collection of the best advice from different points of view. Continuous ranting via text (consisting of three part message) usually resulted to either getting a: “THINGS WILL BE BETTER. OK? GNITE! :-)” which meant the end of the conversation or a “SHUT UP! SHE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU!”
Of course those days are long gone. Now, Wella gets the privilege of hearing me rant about other stuff, like work and not having enough time to write more comic book stories and work and not having enough money to publish comic books and work.
Anyway, if you ever do find a copy of Steve Martin’s L.A. STORY, tell me about it. Last time I watched that movie was on a LaserDisc we borrowed at the place formerly known as VirraMall. (FYI, it’s now called V-Mall.)
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