What's the logic behind removing establishments just because you had a falling out with your predecessor? There isn't one except you feel you need to be "the man". To you I have only one word: geezer.
You have that unquenchable thirst for vindication that even the innocuous are left scratching their heads from your scatterbrain antics.
Gawd, when will it end? Three more years of the "return of the Sith"? This is insane.
In other news, the Lambda Lambda Lambda fraternity just moved in next door to the office I work in. It will be interesting to see what kind of personalities and characters will show up at their doorstep every time they throw "parties". Also, I 
don't know if the two resident xenophobes, Anang Anay and Bokyong Blowfish, will turn congenial even with their bayfront view. They've been like moles in the hole for quite a while now, you see, and the sunlight rarely catches their eyes. Might make things worse. It's still possible, right?
So these are my new neighbors and I hope I never bump into them any time soon. Actually, I do cross paths with them in the hall at least once every (damn) day but they don't/can't see me. Happy about that. Long live anonymity.
There's this thing I've been terribly beleaguered with for the last month. It comes and goes as it pleases...I have no control over it. It creates a form of pseudo-depression that puts me on the brink of catatonia. There are whys and hows, sure, but I take them more as nuisances.
This post does not claim to possess any sense at all but it will serve its purpose one day when I am about to die and suddenly feel the urge to edit these blog entries.
P.S. Due to the pugnacious nature of this post, the possibility of a new entry after this one has now turned quite bleak.
You have that unquenchable thirst for vindication that even the innocuous are left scratching their heads from your scatterbrain antics.
Gawd, when will it end? Three more years of the "return of the Sith"? This is insane.
In other news, the Lambda Lambda Lambda fraternity just moved in next door to the office I work in. It will be interesting to see what kind of personalities and characters will show up at their doorstep every time they throw "parties". Also, I 
don't know if the two resident xenophobes, Anang Anay and Bokyong Blowfish, will turn congenial even with their bayfront view. They've been like moles in the hole for quite a while now, you see, and the sunlight rarely catches their eyes. Might make things worse. It's still possible, right?So these are my new neighbors and I hope I never bump into them any time soon. Actually, I do cross paths with them in the hall at least once every (damn) day but they don't/can't see me. Happy about that. Long live anonymity.
There's this thing I've been terribly beleaguered with for the last month. It comes and goes as it pleases...I have no control over it. It creates a form of pseudo-depression that puts me on the brink of catatonia. There are whys and hows, sure, but I take them more as nuisances.
This post does not claim to possess any sense at all but it will serve its purpose one day when I am about to die and suddenly feel the urge to edit these blog entries.
P.S. Due to the pugnacious nature of this post, the possibility of a new entry after this one has now turned quite bleak.
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