Blackbolt went with jat and ate layla to pick me up from the office. Like a regular dog, Blackbolt likes looking out the window and exploring the car. After nearly thirty minutes of frenzied jumping and running around, he finally fell asleep in the crook of my arm.
Meet Blackbolt the cutest and sweetest cat in the world. He’s a male ragdoll kitten, almost 3 months old. Just a week after my birthday and in the middle of my boyfriend Jat’s bar exams, we set into motion a plan that had been waiting to ripen into action since that day in August when a very kind hearted ragdoll cat breeder, Leena Calso, informed me that we could take home one of her kittens after two months. But I will tell the whole story, or bits and pieces of it, at another time.
Finally! I found it! From You Don’t Love Me Yet by Jonathan Lethem (far from his best, but certainly memorable enough because of this part): “I don’t think it counted for that much one way or the other. We were each other’s astronaut food.” “What’s astronaut food?” “You know, stuff in little packets that you keep laying on the shelf. The people you imagine you might be with but you know you never really will be. The people who if you’re in a couple and you’re a little bored or restless you meet them for coffee a lot and the other half of your couple isn’t really thrilled about it. Or if you’re single they’re the people you’re keeping on a mental list just so you don’t feel like there aren’t any possibilities. Friends who are almost more than friends, but, really they’re just friends. Astronaut food, bomb shelter provisions. Sometimes you even fall into bed with them but it doesn’t count for much. It’s always a mistake to try to get any nourishment out of that stuff. But not a big mistake. That’s the beautiful part, how the stakes are so low.” “Only if everyone agrees they’re mutual astronaut food.” “Oh, absolutely. You can screw up your astronaut food a million ways. Even just letting them know. Though they sense it at a certain level, nobody wants to be told. The worst is when someone falls in love and then gets all righteous about breaking up with their astronaut food, as if there’s anything to break up about.” “What about the situation when someone is just acting like they’re only astronaut food, but really has hopes of something more?” “Yes.” Check out the entry at urbandictionary: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=astronaut+food
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Sabi ng mga Bishops, bawal daw ang sex kung: pre-marital, extra marital (heterosexual or bisexual), gay, solo, porn, sex with condoms, pills, ligation, vasectomy, gels, IUD, bunot, sex thoughts, sex in public, sex not for procreation, sex for sheer fun and recreation.
That leaves us with just one possibility: SEX AFTER DEATH.
Buti nalan, we GET LAID in the ground.
Life is tough
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- MAGMUKHANG PARANG CONDOM PAGSIMBA SA LINGGO!
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Flirting as in nagpapa-cute, as opposed to mushy declarations of love on Facebook? Either way it’s fine by me basta wag naman virtual pawing and groping for the world to see, haha! It’s a bit sad to see one-sided flirting though :(
This is embarrassing, but i can’t think of anything. Maybe I should start learning a new language or - ack! a sport. :)
these shows are long dead and gone, but i’d say it’s a toss up between mighty morphin’ power rangers and captain planet and the planeteers (back in the early 90s).