ironic

Last night, I decided to breathe new air and went out with mister Nonoy and his guy friends. DVD marathon and junk food galore. Mister Nonoy and I had a bathroom challenge. Whoever goes to the bathroom more often will be the looser. The price? The winner will be obeyed the entire time. I won. He went at seven, I only went three. We spent hours laughing our hearts out because one of his friends wouldn't stop cracking jokes. It was a great decision to hang out with him and his friends.

By the way, one of mister Nonoy's bald friend was hitting on me. before I bid my goodbye to his boys, he asked for my number. I didn't.

And today, at this very moment, I am crying in front of my computer. I want to scream. I'm really really really hurt. This is not supposed to be like this. This is not supposed to be my Christmas.

Ain't life's a bitch?