It just dawned on me that for the better part of the 28 years that I am alive, I have been relying on jokes (mostly the self-deprecating ones) to survive the many odd things life have thrown at me, therefore my life is a joke in and of itself.
No, no, this isn’t going to be one of those posts where I would complaint about basically everything that has ever gone wrong in my life. Nope. Not today. Not this post. ‘Tis, my friend, is the season to be jolly, for Christmas is coming and I like me some Christmas spirit. Sure, there won’t be any proper Christmas tree and the pointless conversations that went far through the night with fellow great minds, but a cheerful spirit will have to do for this year.
Okay, back to the whole my life is a joke thing, I figured that I would incorporate the help of joke and my old friend, BINGO, to survive the 26th of November (dun dun dun)!!
My very own personalised BINGO! Oh man! I am so beyond proud of myself. I feel like giving a pat at myself (attempt to pat myself at the back). Man, now I can have my own fun come 26 November. All my families and their constant prattling can suck balls, because I am bringing my ultimate personalised BINGO and I’ll be damned if I’m not having fun! Ha-fucking-Ha, losers!
So, I’ll probably will update the outcome of this BINGO sometime in December since I will be leaving Jakarta right after the engagement day (yikes, I’m still getting goosebumps from typing that, it felt too grownup for my liking) for work, and I won’t be back until 4 December, so yeah that’s that.