Hibernating

I’m tired… of partying. Attended a birthday party on Friday night. Another farewell party on Saturday night. Pickup lines no longer amused me as much as they did before. Nothing new. Nothing interesting. Nothing seemed funny anymore. Clubs always seem to be playing the same songs weeks after weeks, and by now, I’m already so familiar with their playlists.

Bestion is heading out for Business Trip for the next few days, and guess what, I am having “that time of the month”. See, God knows how to put in controls for me to not cheat when my guy is away and I conveniently have a whole house to myself. Ha.

I’m losing appetite simply because I’ve run out of things to eat. At least, food that can interest me. I’m bored of food. 

I’m not very sociable these days because my friends have been bugging me too much to be their Aunt Agony. While I appreciate that thought and find it entertaining over coffee, it isn’t that sexy when they depend on me too much. I get bored because their problems are always the same shit. It’s like many people like to dig a hole and start a viscious cycle for relationship problems. It doesn’t really matter what advice you give. Normally, they’ll pretend to heed but in actual fact, do something silly to be part of the cycle again. And after a while, my impatience acts up and I just wanna tell them to stop emo-ing and get a life. Ay, i can be such a lousy friend.

Hello people. I’m hibernating this week. Totally anti-social and anti-parties.

I just wanna stay home to be accompanied by good movies, good music, and hopefully, (if i can find), a good meal.