That's what she said!

Mmmmmm.

winniethepoop — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:45:23 +0000

Fucked up sleep cycle? Check.
Extremely unhealthy food? Check.
Time wasted on movies, sitcoms, etc. = More than 6 hours? Check.
Rest of the time wasted fooling around? Check.
Number of phonecalls ignored = More than 5? Check.
Coursebook lying upside down? Check.

Mmm, life’s perfect.

Horny women in their post 30′s.

winniethepoop — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 10:50:33 +0000

I was finally watching the first season of Sex and the City (don’t ask) a couple of days ago, and I figured the four leading women – Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda – are incapable of sustaining a platonic relationship with a man, unless the man in question is either -

a) A blood relative.

b) A friend’s boyfriend.

c) Gay.

Do women really become that horny after they’ve crossed the big 3-0?

Economics

winniethepoop — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 16:06:42 +0000

2 hours, and a 100 pages to go.

Also, I can’t use the word ‘accruing’ in a sentence. I just can’t.

9 PM news.

winniethepoop — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:24:24 +0000

The week just started and I’m bored already. This last year of school would be much more fun if I wasn’t under the pressure to do well in my Boards and get into a good law school.

But oh, well.

It’s been extremely humid lately. Not just hot, humid. If there’s one thing I hate about humidity is the way my hair frizzes up (is that even a verb?) and makes me look like a fucking poodle. No shit, captain.

So that’s all for today. We’ll see you again when we have something more scandalizing/angsty/boring/semi-funny/pseudo-intellectual to talk about.
P.S.: Shocking ‘pure’ juniors with references to ‘dick’, ‘pussy’, and ‘boob’ is fun. Try it sometime.

This is a title.

winniethepoop — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 17:22:30 +0000

The only thing with me is, I don’t know how to start a post. Really. I mean, what do I begin with? ‘Hello, my name is ____ I am going to talk about _____?’ Or, ‘Hellllooooo, ladies! Today we’re goin’ to chat about ________.’?

Well, okay. I started the post and you were too distracted to notice.

Have you ever met people which make you want to tear your hair out? Headbutt a mountain goat? Tell a knock-knock joke just so you get an excuse to be Ted Bundy and rape them?

Yes, exactly.

1) There’s some people who cannot stop texting/talking over the phone. Yes, they just do not. It doesn’t matter if you’re the only two people alive on the Earth, which obviously means you have no other company, they would probably keep talking to the automated voice messages to stay alive.

2) There’s another kind of people, the kind that doesn’t stop whining. No, see, don’t get me wrong. I’m your best friend. I’ll give you a shoulder to cry on and a tissue to wipe your snot. But if you start giving me live updates about every phonecall/text message/illusionary communication you receive, I might as well get myself a crowbar and bludgeon your face in.

3) And then, like, there’s like, another kind. Like, the kind that wouldn’t, like, stop saying like.

I would write more, but there’s an annoying person I’ve got to take care of.

By the way, what’s your top 3?

Well, so …

winniethepoop — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:20:35 +0000

Funny thing how I call this blog a ‘rant blog’ and I haven’t ranted yet. Not even after a whole day of creating it. If you were me (or around me), you’d see how big an achievement that is. To go a whole day without complaining? Do you know how difficult that is? Do you? Do you really?

Boy, I feel like Indiana Jones already.