the drama queen is dead

im guilty of several misdemeanors.

guilty of being a lazy-ass.

guilty of gluttony.

guilty of being a boob tube addict.

i need help. quick.

let me elaborate…

yes, im a lazy-ass. i should be sitting in front of my office PC by 9:29am because i officially need to start taking in calls by 9:30am. but since im a reborn lazy-ass, my head is still buried under my pillows and warm comforters by 9:00am and rushing to work after my alarm shoots off for the nth time, meaning by 9:29am im still lounging sleepily inside a jeepney/taxi and making up elaborate excuses in my head. so yes, im a lazy-ass.

ive reached gluttony to an all new level last night during a spontaneous dinner at veniz grill. i was tired and cold and by the time i reached my Be's office to meet him up after work, i was so irritated i wanted to cry. and the only solution my Be could think of to ease the drama is to treat me to dinner. correction, he treated me to an Eat All You Can dinner. another correction, Eat All You Can Pasta Dinner. it was heaven. i was so  full i was ready to snore off right there at the resto. who's crazy enough to eat 5 plates of pasta laden with different types of sauces and cheeses? and include bottomless iced tea to that? me. gluttonous me.

ive said several times what a tv addict i am. a real life DVD Marathons Queen-slash-Couch Potato Advocate.

i think that's enough explanation.

in short, i am a Drama Queen no more!