Gerry. Filipino. Born and raised in NJ. New York City is my future home. Should've grown up in the Sixties. Everything's better with a little peace, love, and happiness. Massachusetts College of Pharmacy&Health Sciences Class of '15.
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In a recent conversation Seetha, KDubs, and I were discussing the possibilities if we were to live in the apartment below Ryan, my bro.
Seetha: Gerry, if you were to choose a room, which one would you have?
KDubs: The biggest one because Gerry’s the princess.
I don’t deny this, by the way.
Seetha: Well you can have that one. Ryan has the biggest room above you and you can listen to him have loud sex above you.
Before I can even comprehend the implications of this scenario as well as the truth she was pointing out, KDubs interrupted and essentially came to my rescue in only the best way KDubs would.
KDubs: That’s okay because Gerry will have even louder sex and throw shit at the ceiling to make noise back.
First tattoo. The meaning for this is the fact that I support animals rights and that since they can’t talk to save their lives, I want to be one of those people to speak for them and end the cruelty.
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Don’t panic. I printed all of wikipedia out last night. Tell me what you want to know and I’ll fax you the page.
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The more I tell people the story of my Friday night the more disenchanting it becomes. What was once important seems so silly and trivial. What once had potential has shriveled up with the rays of my reluctant optimism. I think it’s time I put this damn story to the grave.
It’s gotten to the point that even I’m tired of my own voice saying the same words and the same scenarios over and over again.
A new weekend’s coming up. I’m sure I’ll have a new story to replace the old one.
Peace, Love, Happiness,
Gerry
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