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Friday, February 20, 2015

DIZTURBIA.COM | EPISODE 30 / CODE:RED | "V-DAY 2015 AFTERMATH (PART I)" | 02/20/15




I. V-DAY 2015 AFTERMATH

Hey it'z your boy DJ DIZTURBIA (a.K.a "DVSNGH" Dave Singh) here,
proud to bring to you EPISODE 30 of my wonderful and amazing (and depressing)
blog seriez, writing/broadcasting thiz live on BRAMPTON TRANSIT (da bus),
making my way out to (should be no shock), lolz, #BRAMALEA CITY CENTRE mall.
Let'z just make it official, I can no longer write -AT HOME- az I once uzed to,
I juz can't, and the reazon for that, without goin too much information (TMI!)
iz, well, P.O.R.N. (I guezz you can say, it'z got a bit of a 'hold' on me, lmfao).
So yeah, I now I alwayz gotz to be writin my shit "on the road" or wherever,
whatever meanz possible to ezzzscape the P.O.R.N. DEMON (tha'z right)
to which haz taken permanent residence in ma mothafuckin bedroom.
II. V-DAY 2015 AFTERMATH II

So in thiz episode, I talk about, you guezzed it... VALENSHIT'Z DAY!
Pretty fuckin interesting ain't it, the fact I've spent thiz much time (yeah,
if you don't know btw, theze writingz take me HOURZ UPON HOURZ to write),
but yeah, the fact that I -CARE- so much about "FEBRUARY THE 14TH",
and making it all the more strange, being that -I'M A FUCKIN GUY- (lolz),
considering the whole make-up/design propaganda of -said day- (V-DAY),
you would think it wuz a day targeted at BITCHEZ (sorry, I meant, GIRLZ),
and for mainly juz them to feel like -SHIT- for not having a "VALENTINE",
but nope, the street apparently runz 2-wayz, guyz also get hit hard too,
me being tha best example of it (my last 3 weekz of writing being proof).
III. DRINKING THE PAIN AWAY

So make no doubt about it, I had an atrocious VALENSHIT'Z DAY thiz year,
would I be able to say it wuz worse than last year or the year'z before (2 of the lowest and darkest momentz of my life, make no question about it),
time will tell on that, but yeah, it wuz (again) another one momentz where
I *vowed* I wuz going to do something, but yeah, I juz couldn't -MAN UP- to it.
So yeah, the plan wuz to DRINK AND DRINK AND DRINK (in my room,
with straight, untampered HARD LIQUOR) to the damn point of BLACKING OUT,
and wuz I able to do that? Unfortunately not, yeah, PU$IED out alright.
It'z not like I didn't try tho, I did, having drank 3/4th'z of my vodka bottle,
before givin the rest to 'ma bathroom sink' to chug down (that'z right).
IV. DRINKING THE PAIN AWAY II

So yeah, the reason in why I choze the route of -ALCOHOL-, az oppozed to,
goin out on -A DATE- or simply juz -CHILLIN WITH FRIENDZ- (hmmm)
simply becuz, neither option wuz available, not juz me not having -A GIRL FRIEND-,
but havin the inability of not bein able to 'hook up' with a single bitch,
and of course, makin it all the better, the fact I got NO FRIENDZ (guy or girl),
not even a DUFF (dumb ugly fat friend) to lean on for (some) support.
Funny I mention that, cuz a year ago, I did have a DUFF (I met at #BRAMALEA),
but I choze to throw him away, and remain solo, now I sorta regret that.
So I went the route of doing -WHATEVA- it took in trying to "FORGET"
what day on the calendar it wuz, so I leaned on the liquor bottle for support.
V. DRINKING THE PAIN AWAY III

So if you're wondering what LIQUOR I choze to indulge/engulf my lungz with,
thiz wud be #CIROC PEACH (vodka, 35%, $50), my second-ever purchaze of it,
and after thiz very rough experience I had, in drinking it, needlezz to say,
I don't plan on ever buyin or drinkin it for a long long time, and unless, idunno,
I be buyin it az a gift for someone elze (hint, hint), and az far az me drinkin it,
yeah, it would have to be az part of a like a mixed drink, or some otha shit,
cuz yeah, I can never drink thiz shit straight ever again, not even az shotz.
It'z interesting how I had no probz taking this shit in (straight) in the summer,
yet thiz time around (winter), I couldn't handle it, it wuz so fuckin rough,
yeah, I had to -PINCH MA NOSE- just to get it (CIROC... LOL) past my throat.
VI. DRINKING THE PAIN AWAY IV

So yeah, once upon a time, I uze to drink regularly, no matter the season
(altho twice as much in the spring/summer as oppozed to fall/winter),
never really a heavy drinker (once or twice or thrice a week, the most),
but still, I drank, and tho I'm a PU$Y DRINKER (alwayz haz been and will be),
I wuz never az weak to it az I wuz thiz time, but yeah, dunnowhatelzetosay,
perhapz the fact I don't drink az much theze dayz (once or twice a month now),
I mighta lost all strength/tolerance to drink (straight, 25+%) liquor now.
So yeah, I tried to drink ma way outta my mizery, but it kinda backfired on me,
and yeah, literally felt like fuckin POISON drinkin that shit, thank the fuck
I had chaserz to 'help', but nonetheless, an overall dreadful experience.
VII. DRINKING THE PAIN AWAY V

So now, I should talk about tha morning after, and that I had to be at work (9AM
could that have played a role in lack of "drinking confidence" night before?),
az far az that went, yeah, I wuz able to make it (to work) juz perfectly fine,
despite the fact, yeah, I threw up 3 TIMEZ (in the span of a minute) LOL,
az I wuz brushing ma teeth, and yeah, when I wuz -takin it in- (night before),
I wuz also munchin down heavy on Doritos (the 16-pack snack size box),
lol, andso yeah, most that shit I ended up (lol) barfin up the morning after
(better it happened over tha bathroom sink, than during ride to work, right?).
This btw had been the first time in, idunno, 8-9-10? yearz I had puked,
so I felt it deserved a whole entire paragraph to be written about (lol).
VIII. TWITTER BITCHEZ

So yeah, there wuz a point, during my whole drinkin bingin madnezz fest,
where I couldn't -SIT- (upwardz) anymore, almost az if, my spine gave out,
and yeah, I crashed onto the ground (carpet) for a bit, and juz layed there,
all dizzy, wondering, when tha fuck will I finally -BLACK DA FUCK OUT-,
seein az that wuz tha mission, but yeah, it wuzn't happening as I hoped.
So then something came over me, and yeah, went and got my phone,
open my Twitter app, and yeah, (stupidly) started tweetin out "help me"
to a few random bitchez, hoping least -1- of them would reply, but none did.
Theze bitchez btw were @jesssteighlor, @SheetalVeee, @Grezus and @pkc___,
all to whom (I'm sure) saw my tweet, but yeah, choze to purposely 'no reply'.









IX. TWITTER BITCHEZ II

So whut elze can I say, peoplez, it wuz a bit of an "immature move",
I guezz, to try to -REACH OUT- to bitchez (from my city, btw) like that,
oh and yeah, probably even more "immature" the fact that I, uhhh,
chose to send them each a follow-up tweet, in telling them, -THANKS-,
yeah, a thanks for "no-replying" me, and (even more better) calling them
(yes) a -FUCKING CUNT (indeed, I got some "maturity issuez", alright).
Honeztly, I wish I didn't have to do -THAT SHIT- (sending mean tweetz out)
and even -THIS SHIT- having to write endlezzly (like a loon) bout my shitty life,
and how tha purpoze of it all, iz me hopin, some bitch out there iz readin it,
and iz willin to -STEP FORWARD- and help bring -CHANGE- to my life.
X. V-DAY 2015 AFTERMATH III

So anywayz, in wrappin up thiz blog episode, dizcussing my thoughts on
(thiz past recent) "V-DAY", and the fact, I had to *SUFFER THRU IT* yet again.
Suckz to be makin -THREATZ- (LMFAO) but here it fuckin goez, peoplez.
But the fact that I had to *SUFFER THRU* VALENSHIT'Z DAY (yet again),
thiz izn't something I can juz let slip by, and yeah, hope the better for next year
(IN THAT I ACTUALLY HAVE A GIRL FRIEND TO CELEBRATE V-DAY WITH),
ummm no, becuz of what I had to endure through, 6 dayz ago (yeah!),
if I haven't come across -INSANE- enough az it iz, what can say, thiz shit
iz goin to take thingz to a whole new level of -INSANITY- let me tell ya.
I don't know which way it'z gonna come out, I guezz I'll find that out, later.
Paragraphs I and X written on Brampton Transit bus (Brampton)
Paragraphs II through IX written at Bramalea City Centre mall (Brampton)
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