December 30, 2011
Hello, Mr. Cuervo
It was nice seeing you again after a long time. I must say I missed you so much so that:
1. I lost count of the shots I took.
2. I almost broke my glasses.
3. I became giggly drunk.
4. I hugged him. But then I forgot the next thing that happened.
5. For the first time I experienced memory gap.
6. I puked my hypothalamus out on my way home.
7. I didn’t even get his number.
8. I thanked him for buying me anti-hangover liquid.
9. I forgot to tell him something important.
10.I needed a tank of water to recover, the day after.
So fuck you, Mr. Cuervo. Never again this year.
How would you know that you have hit rock bottom? Is it the constant twisting and turning in your bed when you sleep at night or even day? Is it when you can no longer distinguish laziness from hunger? Is it the outright and deliberate faking of sick-like symptoms on Fridays?
How do you pick yourself up when you’re just to stubborn to do it? How come it’s so much easier to convince yourself but it gets simply irritating when you are giving yourself a pep talk? At this rate, the only thing that can shut me up is alcohol.
Yep, you heard me Johnny.
Dear Rhum Coke,
No, it’s not Jake Cuenca. I’m sorry. It’s not you…it’s me.
I was curious and thirsty and looking for something new.
Nomo
- is a noun
- is not defined as NOMO
- However, it’s a gay lingo which means to engage in an unadulterated drinking spree.
Nomography
Memoirs on drunken stupors and anything under the influence. So bottom, up! Let’s nomo!
Have you ever puked so hard you need a puke bucket??
Alcoholics Anonymous now in session.
An unsent letter found left lying in a desk of a careless employee
December 2008
Hello Former Destiny,
WTF Seriously? What was that??? I appreciate the fancy dance moves, BTW. In fairness, you did not fail on that one. I am sure the 4 women and some unknown species in the room would agree if I say that you have a nice butt cleavage. Nice abs too. Not really under the caliber of a true Spartan but a little flab confirms that you are not a pigment of my imagination.
Your hands are soft too and while you held mine I couldn’t help but contemplate on the notion that you are gay. However, your hedonistic display (of sheer drunkenness) has opened a lot of doors for second thoughts. Your carelessness, overbearing yet temporary confidence, and poor choice of underwear easily became red flag to which I cannot ignore. So former destiny, it is with deepest regret that I tell you….I am calling it quits. Seriously it is over.
Sorry man, it’s just not meant to be. It’s just not never going to happen. I knew it. You knew it. Yep, it was mutual.
Piece of advice though, Never mix drinks, bro. Hammering pain, you say??? Yeah, I hear you. And so did the rest of the world.
-Former Destiny
