- Couldn’t help but do a lot of gaming. I was hoping to get that blasted game out of my system but, oh, I don’t know.
- Discovered another interesting show yesterday and man I may have to do a lot of watching this week. Which means work’s gonna suck really bad.
- Andrew Garcia just couldn’t help but take a huge swing. Foul ball! Dang, it seemed like he was really reaching. Stupid assed choice of song. He needs a song adviser, fast.
- The new ride is really sweet. 
- Fuck I’m hungry. It’s 530 in the morning and all I have is a bag of Lays.
- WTF Noynoy? Why’d you have to go and kiss Quiboluy’s ass. Fricking turnoff. And I thought he’d act more like a worthy son to Cory and Ninoy. Quiboluy is one sick mother. And the wannabe bastard just had to grovel for votes. Argh!
- It’s the calm before the storm. Hell week is once again upon us. Holy Molly.
- After hell week, the future is so blinding that I have no frigging idea what’s gonna happen to me. Oh well. Maybe I’ll practice jumping off a bridge.
- Sick. Sick. Sick.